At once we moved aboard the _Ghost_, occupying our old state-rooms and cooking in the galley.

The imprisonment of Wolf Larsen had happened most opportunely, for what must have been the Indian summer of this high latitude was gone and drizzling stormy weather had set in.

We were very comfortable, and the inadequate shears, with the foremast suspended from them, gave a business-like air to the schooner and a promise of departure.
And now that we had Wolf Larsen in irons, how little did we need it! Like his first attack, his second had been accompanied by serious disablement.

Maud made the discovery in the afternoon while trying to give him nourishment.

He had shown signs of consciousness, and she had spoken to him, eliciting no response.