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"
Look
at
that
!
"
I
cried
involuntarily
,
pointing
to
the
north-east
.
The
blot
of
smoke
which
indicated
the
Macedonia
's
position
had
reappeared
.
"
Yes
,
I
've
been
watching
it
,
"
was
Wolf
Larsen
's
calm
reply
.
He
measured
the
distance
away
to
the
fog-bank
,
and
for
an
instant
paused
to
feel
the
weight
of
the
wind
on
his
cheek
.
"
We
'll
make
it
,
I
think
;
but
you
can
depend
upon
it
that
blessed
brother
of
mine
has
twigged
our
little
game
and
is
just
a-humping
for
us
.
Ah
,
look
at
that
!
"
The
blot
of
smoke
had
suddenly
grown
larger
,
and
it
was
very
black
.
"
I
'll
beat
you
out
,
though
,
brother
mine
,
"
he
chuckled
.
"
I
'll
beat
you
out
,
and
I
hope
you
no
worse
than
that
you
rack
your
old
engines
into
scrap
.
"
When
we
hove
to
,
a
hasty
though
orderly
confusion
reigned
.
The
boats
came
aboard
from
every
side
at
once
.
As
fast
as
the
prisoners
came
over
the
rail
they
were
marshalled
forward
to
the
forecastle
by
our
hunters
,
while
our
sailors
hoisted
in
the
boats
,
pell-mell
,
dropping
them
anywhere
upon
the
deck
and
not
stopping
to
lash
them
.
We
were
already
under
way
,
all
sails
set
and
drawing
,
and
the
sheets
being
slacked
off
for
a
wind
abeam
,
as
the
last
boat
lifted
clear
of
the
water
and
swung
in
the
tackles
.
There
was
need
for
haste
.
The
Macedonia
,
belching
the
blackest
of
smoke
from
her
funnel
,
was
charging
down
upon
us
from
out
of
the
north-east
.
Neglecting
the
boats
that
remained
to
her
,
she
had
altered
her
course
so
as
to
anticipate
ours
.
She
was
not
running
straight
for
us
,
but
ahead
of
us
.
Our
courses
were
converging
like
the
sides
of
an
angle
,
the
vertex
of
which
was
at
the
edge
of
the
fog-bank
.
It
was
there
,
or
not
at
all
,
that
the
Macedonia
could
hope
to
catch
us
.
The
hope
for
the
Ghost
lay
in
that
she
should
pass
that
point
before
the
Macedonia
arrived
at
it
.
Wolf
Larsen
was
steering
,
his
eyes
glistening
and
snapping
as
they
dwelt
upon
and
leaped
from
detail
to
detail
of
the
chase
.
Now
he
studied
the
sea
to
windward
for
signs
of
the
wind
slackening
or
freshening
,
now
the
Macedonia
;
and
again
,
his
eyes
roved
over
every
sail
,
and
he
gave
commands
to
slack
a
sheet
here
a
trifle
,
to
come
in
on
one
there
a
trifle
,
till
he
was
drawing
out
of
the
Ghost
the
last
bit
of
speed
she
possessed
.
All
feuds
and
grudges
were
forgotten
,
and
I
was
surprised
at
the
alacrity
with
which
the
men
who
had
so
long
endured
his
brutality
sprang
to
execute
his
orders
.
Strange
to
say
,
the
unfortunate
Johnson
came
into
my
mind
as
we
lifted
and
surged
and
heeled
along
,
and
I
was
aware
of
a
regret
that
he
was
not
alive
and
present
;
he
had
so
loved
the
Ghost
and
delighted
in
her
sailing
powers
.
