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But
the
men
were
no
longer
eager
as
they
pulled
and
hauled
,
and
I
heard
curses
amongst
them
,
which
left
their
lips
smothered
and
as
heavy
and
lifeless
as
were
they
.
Not
so
was
it
with
the
hunters
.
Smoke
the
irrepressible
related
a
story
,
and
they
descended
into
the
steerage
,
bellowing
with
laughter
.
As
I
passed
to
leeward
of
the
galley
on
my
way
aft
I
was
approached
by
the
engineer
we
had
rescued
.
His
face
was
white
,
his
lips
were
trembling
.
"
Good
God
!
sir
,
what
kind
of
a
craft
is
this
?
"
he
cried
.
"
You
have
eyes
,
you
have
seen
,
"
I
answered
,
almost
brutally
,
what
of
the
pain
and
fear
at
my
own
heart
.
"
Your
promise
?
"
I
said
to
Wolf
Larsen
.
"
I
was
not
thinking
of
taking
them
aboard
when
I
made
that
promise
,
"
he
answered
.
"
And
anyway
,
you
'll
agree
I
've
not
laid
my
hands
upon
them
.
"
"
Far
from
it
,
far
from
it
,
"
he
laughed
a
moment
later
.
I
made
no
reply
.
I
was
incapable
of
speaking
,
my
mind
was
too
confused
.
I
must
have
time
to
think
,
I
knew
.
This
woman
,
sleeping
even
now
in
the
spare
cabin
,
was
a
responsibility
,
which
I
must
consider
,
and
the
only
rational
thought
that
flickered
through
my
mind
was
that
I
must
do
nothing
hastily
if
I
were
to
be
any
help
to
her
at
all
.
The
remainder
of
the
day
passed
uneventfully
.
The
young
slip
of
a
gale
,
having
wetted
our
gills
,
proceeded
to
moderate
.
The
fourth
engineer
and
the
three
oilers
,
after
a
warm
interview
with
Wolf
Larsen
,
were
furnished
with
outfits
from
the
slop-chests
,
assigned
places
under
the
hunters
in
the
various
boats
and
watches
on
the
vessel
,
and
bundled
forward
into
the
forecastle
.
They
went
protestingly
,
but
their
voices
were
not
loud
.
They
were
awed
by
what
they
had
already
seen
of
Wolf
Larsen
's
character
,
while
the
tale
of
woe
they
speedily
heard
in
the
forecastle
took
the
last
bit
of
rebellion
out
of
them
.
Miss
Brewster
--
we
had
learned
her
name
from
the
engineer
--
slept
on
and
on
.
At
supper
I
requested
the
hunters
to
lower
their
voices
,
so
she
was
not
disturbed
;
and
it
was
not
till
next
morning
that
she
made
her
appearance
.
It
had
been
my
intention
to
have
her
meals
served
apart
,
but
Wolf
Larsen
put
down
his
foot
.
Who
was
she
that
she
should
be
too
good
for
cabin
table
and
cabin
society
?
had
been
his
demand
.
