It was one of the most open but at least frequented parts of the Pacific onto which I fell a victim to the German Sea Raider. The weather was fair, and for many days I drifted aimlessly under the scorching sun; waiting either for some passing ship, or to be cast on the shores of some habitable land.
For several hours, I sat brooding in the boat. All at once, my attention was captured by a vast and a singular object on the opposite of the slope, of my frantic ascent of the slppe and cliff, I lost my sense.
When I came out of the shadows, I was in a San Francisco hospital, brought thiter by the captain of the American Ship that had picked up my boat. I tried to come out of the morphine; but the drug has given me only transiet surcease, I dreamt of a day when mighty billows rise to drag down the remnats of puny, exhausted mankind amd the dark ocean floor shall ascend admist universal pandemonium.
The end is near. I heard a noise at tge door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it.
I cried, "It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!"
