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I
obeyed
,
and
a
minute
or
two
later
they
stood
before
him
.
"
Hoist
in
your
boat
,
"
he
said
to
them
.
"
Your
hunter
's
decided
to
stay
aboard
awhile
and
does
n't
want
it
pounding
alongside
.
"
"
Hoist
in
your
boat
,
I
said
,
"
he
repeated
,
this
time
in
sharper
tones
as
they
hesitated
to
do
his
bidding
.
"
Who
knows
?
you
may
have
to
sail
with
me
for
a
time
,
"
he
said
,
quite
softly
,
with
a
silken
threat
that
belied
the
softness
,
as
they
moved
slowly
to
comply
,
"
and
we
might
as
well
start
with
a
friendly
understanding
.
Lively
now
!
Death
Larsen
makes
you
jump
better
than
that
,
and
you
know
it
!
"
Their
movements
perceptibly
quickened
under
his
coaching
,
and
as
the
boat
swung
inboard
I
was
sent
forward
to
let
go
the
jibs
.
Wolf
Larsen
,
at
the
wheel
,
directed
the
Ghost
after
the
Macedonia
's
second
weather
boat
.
Under
way
,
and
with
nothing
for
the
time
being
to
do
,
I
turned
my
attention
to
the
situation
of
the
boats
.
The
Macedonia
's
third
weather
boat
was
being
attacked
by
two
of
ours
,
the
fourth
by
our
remaining
three
;
and
the
fifth
,
turn
about
,
was
taking
a
hand
in
the
defence
of
its
nearest
mate
.
The
fight
had
opened
at
long
distance
,
and
the
rifles
were
cracking
steadily
.
A
quick
,
snappy
sea
was
being
kicked
up
by
the
wind
,
a
condition
which
prevented
fine
shooting
;
and
now
and
again
,
as
we
drew
closer
,
we
could
see
the
bullets
zip-zipping
from
wave
to
wave
.
The
boat
we
were
pursuing
had
squared
away
and
was
running
before
the
wind
to
escape
us
,
and
,
in
the
course
of
its
flight
,
to
take
part
in
repulsing
our
general
boat
attack
.
Attending
to
sheets
and
tacks
now
left
me
little
time
to
see
what
was
taking
place
,
but
I
happened
to
be
on
the
poop
when
Wolf
Larsen
ordered
the
two
strange
sailors
forward
and
into
the
forecastle
.
They
went
sullenly
,
but
they
went
.
He
next
ordered
Miss
Brewster
below
,
and
smiled
at
the
instant
horror
that
leapt
into
her
eyes
.
"
You
'll
find
nothing
gruesome
down
there
,
"
he
said
,
"
only
an
unhurt
man
securely
made
fast
to
the
ring-bolts
.
Bullets
are
liable
to
come
aboard
,
and
I
do
n't
want
you
killed
,
you
know
.
"
Even
as
he
spoke
,
a
bullet
was
deflected
by
a
brass-capped
spoke
of
the
wheel
between
his
hands
and
screeched
off
through
the
air
to
windward
.
"
You
see
,
"
he
said
to
her
;
and
then
to
me
,
"
Mr.
Van
Weyden
,
will
you
take
the
wheel
?
"
