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Mugridge
grinned
insinuatingly
in
my
face
as
I
shoved
him
out
and
ordered
him
back
to
his
galley
work
;
and
he
won
his
revenge
by
spreading
glowing
reports
among
the
hunters
as
to
what
an
excellent
"
lydy
's
-
myde
"
I
was
proving
myself
to
be
.
She
leaned
heavily
against
me
,
and
I
do
believe
that
she
had
fallen
asleep
again
between
the
arm-chair
and
the
state-room
.
This
I
discovered
when
she
nearly
fell
into
the
bunk
during
a
sudden
lurch
of
the
schooner
.
She
aroused
,
smiled
drowsily
,
and
was
off
to
sleep
again
;
and
asleep
I
left
her
,
under
a
heavy
pair
of
sailor
's
blankets
,
her
head
resting
on
a
pillow
I
had
appropriated
from
Wolf
Larsen
's
bunk
.
I
came
on
deck
to
find
the
Ghost
heading
up
close
on
the
port
tack
and
cutting
in
to
windward
of
a
familiar
spritsail
close-hauled
on
the
same
tack
ahead
of
us
.
All
hands
were
on
deck
,
for
they
knew
that
something
was
to
happen
when
Leach
and
Johnson
were
dragged
aboard
.
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It
was
four
bells
.
Louis
came
aft
to
relieve
the
wheel
.
There
was
a
dampness
in
the
air
,
and
I
noticed
he
had
on
his
oilskins
.
"
What
are
we
going
to
have
?
"
I
asked
him
.
"
A
healthy
young
slip
of
a
gale
from
the
breath
iv
it
,
sir
,
"
he
answered
,
"
with
a
splatter
iv
rain
just
to
wet
our
gills
an
'
no
more
.
"
"
Too
bad
we
sighted
them
,
"
I
said
,
as
the
Ghost
's
bow
was
flung
off
a
point
by
a
large
sea
and
the
boat
leaped
for
a
moment
past
the
jibs
and
into
our
line
of
vision
.
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Louis
gave
a
spoke
and
temporized
.
"
They
'd
never
iv
made
the
land
,
sir
,
I
'm
thinkin
'
.
"
"
Think
not
?
"
I
queried
.
"
No
,
sir
.
Did
you
feel
that
?
"
(
A
puff
had
caught
the
schooner
,
and
he
was
forced
to
put
the
wheel
up
rapidly
to
keep
her
out
of
the
wind
.
)
"
'
Tis
no
egg-shell
'll
float
on
this
sea
an
hour
come
,
an
'
it
's
a
stroke
iv
luck
for
them
we
're
here
to
pick
'em
up
.
"