“Sheer off!” I cried; “No stranger touches here!”
But, heedless of my hail, she kept her course,
And, when within a bow-shot of the beach,
Down came her sail, and in she ran to shore!
Vav. (alarmed). Whom did she carry, Mousta?
Mous.Not a soul!
The boat was tenantless! Some unseen power
Had guided her! I overhauled the craft
To find some sign of human agency,
And found—this book.