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I
saw
the
young
fellow
's
hands
clench
at
the
insult
,
and
the
blood
crawl
scarlet
up
his
neck
.
"
But
let
that
go
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
continued
.
"
You
may
have
very
good
reasons
for
forgetting
your
name
,
and
I
'll
like
you
none
the
worse
for
it
as
long
as
you
toe
the
mark
.
Telegraph
Hill
,
of
course
,
is
your
port
of
entry
.
It
sticks
out
all
over
your
mug
.
Tough
as
they
make
them
and
twice
as
nasty
.
I
know
the
kind
.
Well
,
you
can
make
up
your
mind
to
have
it
taken
out
of
you
on
this
craft
.
Understand
?
Who
shipped
you
,
anyway
?
"
"
McCready
and
Swanson
.
"
"
Sir
!
"
Wolf
Larsen
thundered
.
"
McCready
and
Swanson
,
sir
,
"
the
boy
corrected
,
his
eyes
burning
with
a
bitter
light
.
"
Who
got
the
advance
money
?
"
"
They
did
,
sir
.
"
"
I
thought
as
much
.
And
damned
glad
you
were
to
let
them
have
it
.
Could
n't
make
yourself
scarce
too
quick
,
with
several
gentlemen
you
may
have
heard
of
looking
for
you
.
"
The
boy
metamorphosed
into
a
savage
on
the
instant
.
His
body
bunched
together
as
though
for
a
spring
,
and
his
face
became
as
an
infuriated
beast
's
as
he
snarled
,
"
It
's
a
--
"
"
A
what
?
"
Wolf
Larsen
asked
,
a
peculiar
softness
in
his
voice
,
as
though
he
were
overwhelmingly
curious
to
hear
the
unspoken
word
.
