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"
What
of
the
Macedonia
?
"
"
Not
sighted
,
"
I
answered
.
I
could
have
sworn
his
face
fell
at
the
intelligence
,
but
why
he
should
be
disappointed
I
could
not
conceive
.
I
was
soon
to
learn
.
"
Smoke
ho
!
"
came
the
hail
from
on
deck
,
and
his
face
brightened
.
"
Good
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
and
left
the
table
at
once
to
go
on
deck
and
into
the
steerage
,
where
the
hunters
were
taking
the
first
breakfast
of
their
exile
.
Maud
Brewster
and
I
scarcely
touched
the
food
before
us
,
gazing
,
instead
,
in
silent
anxiety
at
each
other
,
and
listening
to
Wolf
Larsen
's
voice
,
which
easily
penetrated
the
cabin
through
the
intervening
bulkhead
.
He
spoke
at
length
,
and
his
conclusion
was
greeted
with
a
wild
roar
of
cheers
.
The
bulkhead
was
too
thick
for
us
to
hear
what
he
said
;
but
whatever
it
was
it
affected
the
hunters
strongly
,
for
the
cheering
was
followed
by
loud
exclamations
and
shouts
of
joy
.
From
the
sounds
on
deck
I
knew
that
the
sailors
had
been
routed
out
and
were
preparing
to
lower
the
boats
.
Maud
Brewster
accompanied
me
on
deck
,
but
I
left
her
at
the
break
of
the
poop
,
where
she
might
watch
the
scene
and
not
be
in
it
.
The
sailors
must
have
learned
whatever
project
was
on
hand
,
and
the
vim
and
snap
they
put
into
their
work
attested
their
enthusiasm
.
The
hunters
came
trooping
on
deck
with
shot-guns
and
ammunition-boxes
,
and
,
most
unusual
,
their
rifles
.
The
latter
were
rarely
taken
in
the
boats
,
for
a
seal
shot
at
long
range
with
a
rifle
invariably
sank
before
a
boat
could
reach
it
.
But
each
hunter
this
day
had
his
rifle
and
a
large
supply
of
cartridges
.
I
noticed
they
grinned
with
satisfaction
whenever
they
looked
at
the
Macedonia
's
smoke
,
which
was
rising
higher
and
higher
as
she
approached
from
the
west
.
The
five
boats
went
over
the
side
with
a
rush
,
spread
out
like
the
ribs
of
a
fan
,
and
set
a
northerly
course
,
as
on
the
preceding
afternoon
,
for
us
to
follow
.
I
watched
for
some
time
,
curiously
,
but
there
seemed
nothing
extraordinary
about
their
behaviour
.
They
lowered
sails
,
shot
seals
,
and
hoisted
sails
again
,
and
continued
on
their
way
as
I
had
always
seen
them
do
.
The
Macedonia
repeated
her
performance
of
yesterday
,
"
hogging
"
the
sea
by
dropping
her
line
of
boats
in
advance
of
ours
and
across
our
course
.
Fourteen
boats
require
a
considerable
spread
of
ocean
for
comfortable
hunting
,
and
when
she
had
completely
lapped
our
line
she
continued
steaming
into
the
north-east
,
dropping
more
boats
as
she
went
.
"
What
's
up
?
"
I
asked
Wolf
Larsen
,
unable
longer
to
keep
my
curiosity
in
check
.
