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"
I
had
not
thought
you
so
great
a
coward
,
"
I
sneered
.
He
favoured
me
with
a
contemptuous
stare
.
"
If
I
raised
never
a
hand
for
that
poor
fool
,
"
--
pointing
astern
to
the
tiny
sail
--
"
d'ye
think
I
'm
hungerin
'
for
a
broken
head
for
a
woman
I
never
laid
me
eyes
upon
before
this
day
?
"
I
turned
scornfully
away
and
went
aft
.
"
Better
get
in
those
topsails
,
Mr.
Van
Weyden
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
said
,
as
I
came
on
the
poop
.
I
felt
relief
,
at
least
as
far
as
the
two
men
were
concerned
.
It
was
clear
he
did
not
wish
to
run
too
far
away
from
them
.
I
picked
up
hope
at
the
thought
and
put
the
order
swiftly
into
execution
.
I
had
scarcely
opened
my
mouth
to
issue
the
necessary
commands
,
when
eager
men
were
springing
to
halyards
and
downhauls
,
and
others
were
racing
aloft
.
This
eagerness
on
their
part
was
noted
by
Wolf
Larsen
with
a
grim
smile
.
Still
we
increased
our
lead
,
and
when
the
boat
had
dropped
astern
several
miles
we
hove
to
and
waited
.
All
eyes
watched
it
coming
,
even
Wolf
Larsen
's
;
but
he
was
the
only
unperturbed
man
aboard
.
Louis
,
gazing
fixedly
,
betrayed
a
trouble
in
his
face
he
was
not
quite
able
to
hide
.
The
boat
drew
closer
and
closer
,
hurling
along
through
the
seething
green
like
a
thing
alive
,
lifting
and
sending
and
uptossing
across
the
huge-backed
breakers
,
or
disappearing
behind
them
only
to
rush
into
sight
again
and
shoot
skyward
.
It
seemed
impossible
that
it
could
continue
to
live
,
yet
with
each
dizzying
sweep
it
did
achieve
the
impossible
.
A
rain-squall
drove
past
,
and
out
of
the
flying
wet
the
boat
emerged
,
almost
upon
us
.
"
Hard
up
,
there
!
"
Wolf
Larsen
shouted
,
himself
springing
to
the
wheel
and
whirling
it
over
.
Again
the
Ghost
sprang
away
and
raced
before
the
wind
,
and
for
two
hours
Johnson
and
Leach
pursued
us
.
We
hove
to
and
ran
away
,
hove
to
and
ran
away
,
and
ever
astern
the
struggling
patch
of
sail
tossed
skyward
and
fell
into
the
rushing
valleys
.
It
was
a
quarter
of
a
mile
away
when
a
thick
squall
of
rain
veiled
it
from
view
.
It
never
emerged
.
The
wind
blew
the
air
clear
again
,
but
no
patch
of
sail
broke
the
troubled
surface
.
I
thought
I
saw
,
for
an
instant
,
the
boat
's
bottom
show
black
in
a
breaking
crest
.
At
the
best
,
that
was
all
.
For
Johnson
and
Leach
the
travail
of
existence
had
ceased
.
The
men
remained
grouped
amidships
.
No
one
had
gone
below
,
and
no
one
was
speaking
.
Nor
were
any
looks
being
exchanged
.
Each
man
seemed
stunned
--
deeply
contemplative
,
as
it
were
,
and
,
not
quite
sure
,
trying
to
realize
just
what
had
taken
place
.
Wolf
Larsen
gave
them
little
time
for
thought
.
He
at
once
put
the
Ghost
upon
her
course
--
a
course
which
meant
the
seal
herd
and
not
Yokohama
harbour
