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"
Then
here
's
a
compact
,
"
he
went
on
,
consummate
actor
.
"
If
I
promise
not
to
lay
my
hands
upon
Leach
will
you
promise
,
in
turn
,
not
to
attempt
to
kill
me
?
"
"
Oh
,
not
that
I
'm
afraid
of
you
,
not
that
I
'm
afraid
of
you
,
"
he
hastened
to
add
.
I
could
hardly
believe
my
ears
.
What
was
coming
over
the
man
?
"
Is
it
a
go
?
"
he
asked
impatiently
.
"
A
go
,
"
I
answered
.
His
hand
went
out
to
mine
,
and
as
I
shook
it
heartily
I
could
have
sworn
I
saw
the
mocking
devil
shine
up
for
a
moment
in
his
eyes
.
We
strolled
across
the
poop
to
the
lee
side
.
The
boat
was
close
at
hand
now
,
and
in
desperate
plight
.
Johnson
was
steering
,
Leach
bailing
.
We
overhauled
them
about
two
feet
to
their
one
.
Wolf
Larsen
motioned
Louis
to
keep
off
slightly
,
and
we
dashed
abreast
of
the
boat
,
not
a
score
of
feet
to
windward
.
The
Ghost
blanketed
it
.
The
spritsail
flapped
emptily
and
the
boat
righted
to
an
even
keel
,
causing
the
two
men
swiftly
to
change
position
.
The
boat
lost
headway
,
and
,
as
we
lifted
on
a
huge
surge
,
toppled
and
fell
into
the
trough
.
It
was
at
this
moment
that
Leach
and
Johnson
looked
up
into
the
faces
of
their
shipmates
,
who
lined
the
rail
amidships
.
There
was
no
greeting
.
They
were
as
dead
men
in
their
comrades
'
eyes
,
and
between
them
was
the
gulf
that
parts
the
living
and
the
dead
.
The
next
instant
they
were
opposite
the
poop
,
where
stood
Wolf
Larsen
and
I
.
We
were
falling
in
the
trough
,
they
were
rising
on
the
surge
.
Johnson
looked
at
me
,
and
I
could
see
that
his
face
was
worn
and
haggard
.
I
waved
my
hand
to
him
,
and
he
answered
the
greeting
,
but
with
a
wave
that
was
hopeless
and
despairing
.
It
was
as
if
he
were
saying
farewell
.
I
did
not
see
into
the
eyes
of
Leach
,
for
he
was
looking
at
Wolf
Larsen
,
the
old
and
implacable
snarl
of
hatred
strong
as
ever
on
his
face
.
