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"
Dead
astern
,
sir
.
"
"
Maybe
it
's
a
Russian
,
"
suggested
Latimer
.
His
words
brought
anxiety
into
the
faces
of
the
other
hunters
.
A
Russian
could
mean
but
one
thing
--
a
cruiser
.
The
hunters
,
never
more
than
roughly
aware
of
the
position
of
the
ship
,
nevertheless
knew
that
we
were
close
to
the
boundaries
of
the
forbidden
sea
,
while
Wolf
Larsen
's
record
as
a
poacher
was
notorious
.
All
eyes
centred
upon
him
.
"
We
're
dead
safe
,
"
he
assured
them
with
a
laugh
.
"
No
salt
mines
this
time
,
Smoke
.
But
I
'll
tell
you
what
--
I
'll
lay
odds
of
five
to
one
it
's
the
Macedonia
.
"
No
one
accepted
his
offer
,
and
he
went
on
:
"
In
which
event
,
I
'll
lay
ten
to
one
there
's
trouble
breezing
up
.
"
"
No
,
thank
you
,
"
Latimer
spoke
up
.
"
I
do
n't
object
to
losing
my
money
,
but
I
like
to
get
a
run
for
it
anyway
.
There
never
was
a
time
when
there
was
n't
trouble
when
you
and
that
brother
of
yours
got
together
,
and
I
'll
lay
twenty
to
one
on
that
.
"
A
general
smile
followed
,
in
which
Wolf
Larsen
joined
,
and
the
dinner
went
on
smoothly
,
thanks
to
me
,
for
he
treated
me
abominably
the
rest
of
the
meal
,
sneering
at
me
and
patronizing
me
till
I
was
all
a-tremble
with
suppressed
rage
.
Yet
I
knew
I
must
control
myself
for
Maud
Brewster
's
sake
,
and
I
received
my
reward
when
her
eyes
caught
mine
for
a
fleeting
second
,
and
they
said
,
as
distinctly
as
if
she
spoke
,
"
Be
brave
,
be
brave
.
"
We
left
the
table
to
go
on
deck
,
for
a
steamer
was
a
welcome
break
in
the
monotony
of
the
sea
on
which
we
floated
,
while
the
conviction
that
it
was
Death
Larsen
and
the
Macedonia
added
to
the
excitement
.
The
stiff
breeze
and
heavy
sea
which
had
sprung
up
the
previous
afternoon
had
been
moderating
all
morning
,
so
that
it
was
now
possible
to
lower
the
boats
for
an
afternoon
's
hunt
.
The
hunting
promised
to
be
profitable
.
We
had
sailed
since
daylight
across
a
sea
barren
of
seals
,
and
were
now
running
into
the
herd
.
The
smoke
was
still
miles
astern
,
but
overhauling
us
rapidly
,
when
we
lowered
our
boats
.
They
spread
out
and
struck
a
northerly
course
across
the
ocean
.
Now
and
again
we
saw
a
sail
lower
,
heard
the
reports
of
the
shot-guns
,
and
saw
the
sail
go
up
again
.
The
seals
were
thick
,
the
wind
was
dying
away
;
everything
favoured
a
big
catch
.
As
we
ran
off
to
get
our
leeward
position
of
the
last
lee
boat
,
we
found
the
ocean
fairly
carpeted
with
sleeping
seals
.
They
were
all
about
us
,
thicker
than
I
had
ever
seen
them
before
,
in
twos
and
threes
and
bunches
,
stretched
full
length
on
the
surface
and
sleeping
for
all
the
world
like
so
many
lazy
young
dogs
.
