Well, I was lolling there one night, as I say, watching the Boston boat go by, not thinking of anything special, when I heard the door on the other side of the tower open and footsteps coming around to me.
Mere puppets they, who come and go
Just then Hammond entered my room at the head of the household. As soon as he beheld my faceâ€”which, I suppose, must have been an awful sight to look atâ€”he hastened forward, crying, "Great heaven, Harry! what has happened?"
"Sure. You can go in whenever you want to. Some of us do at first, but we don't stay."
Then suddenly the explanation leaped into my mind: a bough from the poplar, the only large tree on the island, had fallen with the wind. Still half caught by the other branches, it would fall with the next gust and crush us, and meanwhile its leaves brushed and tapped upon the tight canvas surface of the tent. I raised the loose flap and rushed out, calling to the Swede to follow.