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"
I
guess
that
'll
fix
them
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
said
,
rising
to
his
feet
.
"
I
could
n't
afford
to
let
the
hunter
have
it
,
and
there
is
a
chance
the
boat-puller
does
n't
know
how
to
steer
.
In
which
case
,
the
hunter
can
not
steer
and
shoot
at
the
same
time
.
"
His
reasoning
was
justified
,
for
the
boat
rushed
at
once
into
the
wind
and
the
hunter
sprang
aft
to
take
the
boat-steerer
's
place
.
There
was
no
more
shooting
,
though
the
rifles
were
still
cracking
merrily
from
the
other
boats
.
The
hunter
had
managed
to
get
the
boat
before
the
wind
again
,
but
we
ran
down
upon
it
,
going
at
least
two
feet
to
its
one
.
A
hundred
yards
away
,
I
saw
the
boat-puller
pass
a
rifle
to
the
hunter
.
Wolf
Larsen
went
amidships
and
took
the
coil
of
the
throat-halyards
from
its
pin
.
Then
he
peered
over
the
rail
with
levelled
rifle
.
Twice
I
saw
the
hunter
let
go
the
steering-oar
with
one
hand
,
reach
for
his
rifle
,
and
hesitate
.
We
were
now
alongside
and
foaming
past
.
"
Here
,
you
!
"
Wolf
Larsen
cried
suddenly
to
the
boat-puller
.
"
Take
a
turn
!
"
At
the
same
time
he
flung
the
coil
of
rope
.
It
struck
fairly
,
nearly
knocking
the
man
over
,
but
he
did
not
obey
.
Instead
,
he
looked
to
his
hunter
for
orders
.
The
hunter
,
in
turn
,
was
in
a
quandary
.
His
rifle
was
between
his
knees
,
but
if
he
let
go
the
steering-oar
in
order
to
shoot
,
the
boat
would
sweep
around
and
collide
with
the
schooner
.
Also
he
saw
Wolf
Larsen
's
rifle
bearing
upon
him
and
knew
he
would
be
shot
ere
he
could
get
his
rifle
into
play
.
"
Take
a
turn
,
"
he
said
quietly
to
the
man
.
The
boat-puller
obeyed
,
taking
a
turn
around
the
little
forward
thwart
and
paying
the
line
as
it
jerked
taut
.
The
boat
sheered
out
with
a
rush
,
and
the
hunter
steadied
it
to
a
parallel
course
some
twenty
feet
from
the
side
of
the
Ghost
.
"
Now
,
get
that
sail
down
and
come
alongside
!
"
Wolf
Larsen
ordered
.
He
never
let
go
his
rifle
,
even
passing
down
the
tackles
with
one
hand
.
When
they
were
fast
,
bow
and
stern
,
and
the
two
uninjured
men
prepared
to
come
aboard
,
the
hunter
picked
up
his
rifle
as
if
to
place
it
in
a
secure
position
.
"
Drop
it
!
"
Wolf
Larsen
cried
,
and
the
hunter
dropped
it
as
though
it
were
hot
and
had
burned
him
.
