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Wolf
Larsen
strode
aft
from
amidships
,
where
he
had
been
talking
with
the
rescued
men
.
The
cat-like
springiness
in
his
tread
was
a
little
more
pronounced
than
usual
,
and
his
eyes
were
bright
and
snappy
.
"
Three
oilers
and
a
fourth
engineer
,
"
was
his
greeting
.
"
But
we
'll
make
sailors
out
of
them
,
or
boat-pullers
at
any
rate
.
Now
,
what
of
the
lady
?
"
I
know
not
why
,
but
I
was
aware
of
a
twinge
or
pang
like
the
cut
of
a
knife
when
he
mentioned
her
.
I
thought
it
a
certain
silly
fastidiousness
on
my
part
,
but
it
persisted
in
spite
of
me
,
and
I
merely
shrugged
my
shoulders
in
answer
.
Wolf
Larsen
pursed
his
lips
in
a
long
,
quizzical
whistle
.
"
What
's
her
name
,
then
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
I
replied
.
"
She
is
asleep
.
She
was
very
tired
.
In
fact
,
I
am
waiting
to
hear
the
news
from
you
.
What
vessel
was
it
?
"
"
Mail
steamer
,
"
he
answered
shortly
.
"
The
City
of
Tokio
,
from
'
Frisco
,
bound
for
Yokohama
.
Disabled
in
that
typhoon
.
Old
tub
.
Opened
up
top
and
bottom
like
a
sieve
.
They
were
adrift
four
days
.
And
you
do
n't
know
who
or
what
she
is
,
eh
?
--
maid
,
wife
,
or
widow
?
Well
,
well
.
"
He
shook
his
head
in
a
bantering
way
,
and
regarded
me
with
laughing
eyes
.
"
Are
you
--
"
I
began
.
It
was
on
the
verge
of
my
tongue
to
ask
if
he
were
going
to
take
the
castaways
into
Yokohama
.
