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I
broke
short
off
in
the
middle
of
a
sentence
.
The
present
,
with
all
its
perils
and
anxieties
,
rushed
upon
me
with
stunning
force
It
smote
Miss
Brewster
likewise
,
a
vague
and
nameless
terror
rushing
into
her
eyes
as
she
regarded
Wolf
Larsen
.
He
rose
to
his
feet
and
laughed
awkwardly
.
The
sound
of
it
was
metallic
.
"
Oh
,
do
n't
mind
me
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
self-depreciatory
wave
of
his
hand
.
"
I
do
n't
count
.
Go
on
,
go
on
,
I
pray
you
.
"
But
the
gates
of
speech
were
closed
,
and
we
,
too
,
rose
from
the
table
and
laughed
awkwardly
.
The
chagrin
Wolf
Larsen
felt
from
being
ignored
by
Maud
Brewster
and
me
in
the
conversation
at
table
had
to
express
itself
in
some
fashion
,
and
it
fell
to
Thomas
Mugridge
to
be
the
victim
.
He
had
not
mended
his
ways
nor
his
shirt
,
though
the
latter
he
contended
he
had
changed
.
The
garment
itself
did
not
bear
out
the
assertion
,
nor
did
the
accumulations
of
grease
on
stove
and
pot
and
pan
attest
a
general
cleanliness
.
"
I
've
given
you
warning
,
Cooky
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
said
,
"
and
now
you
've
got
to
take
your
medicine
.
"
Mugridge
's
face
turned
white
under
its
sooty
veneer
,
and
when
Wolf
Larsen
called
for
a
rope
and
a
couple
of
men
,
the
miserable
Cockney
fled
wildly
out
of
the
galley
and
dodged
and
ducked
about
the
deck
with
the
grinning
crew
in
pursuit
.
Few
things
could
have
been
more
to
their
liking
than
to
give
him
a
tow
over
the
side
,
for
to
the
forecastle
he
had
sent
messes
and
concoctions
of
the
vilest
order
.
Conditions
favoured
the
undertaking
.
The
Ghost
was
slipping
through
the
water
at
no
more
than
three
miles
an
hour
,
and
the
sea
was
fairly
calm
.
But
Mugridge
had
little
stomach
for
a
dip
in
it
.
Possibly
he
had
seen
men
towed
before
.
Besides
,
the
water
was
frightfully
cold
,
and
his
was
anything
but
a
rugged
constitution
.
As
usual
,
the
watches
below
and
the
hunters
turned
out
for
what
promised
sport
.
Mugridge
seemed
to
be
in
rabid
fear
of
the
water
,
and
he
exhibited
a
nimbleness
and
speed
we
did
not
dream
he
possessed
.
Cornered
in
the
right-angle
of
the
poop
and
galley
,
he
sprang
like
a
cat
to
the
top
of
the
cabin
and
ran
aft
.
But
his
pursuers
forestalling
him
,
he
doubled
back
across
the
cabin
,
passed
over
the
galley
,
and
gained
the
deck
by
means
of
the
steerage-scuttle
.
Straight
forward
he
raced
,
the
boat-puller
Harrison
at
his
heels
and
gaining
on
him
.
But
Mugridge
,
leaping
suddenly
,
caught
the
jib-boom-lift
.
It
happened
in
an
instant
.
Holding
his
weight
by
his
arms
,
and
in
mid-air
doubling
his
body
at
the
hips
,
he
let
fly
with
both
feet
.
The
oncoming
Harrison
caught
the
kick
squarely
in
the
pit
of
the
stomach
,
groaned
involuntarily
,
and
doubled
up
and
sank
backward
to
the
deck
.
