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"
No
,
there
is
nothing
left
for
us
but
the
open
boat
,
"
I
iterated
stoutly
.
"
Will
you
please
dress
as
warmly
as
you
can
,
at
once
,
and
make
into
a
bundle
whatever
you
wish
to
bring
with
you
.
"
"
And
make
all
haste
,
"
I
added
,
as
she
turned
toward
her
state-room
.
The
lazarette
was
directly
beneath
the
cabin
,
and
,
opening
the
trap-door
in
the
floor
and
carrying
a
candle
with
me
,
I
dropped
down
and
began
overhauling
the
ship
's
stores
.
I
selected
mainly
from
the
canned
goods
,
and
by
the
time
I
was
ready
,
willing
hands
were
extended
from
above
to
receive
what
I
passed
up
.
We
worked
in
silence
.
I
helped
myself
also
to
blankets
,
mittens
,
oilskins
,
caps
,
and
such
things
,
from
the
slop-chest
.
It
was
no
light
adventure
,
this
trusting
ourselves
in
a
small
boat
to
so
raw
and
stormy
a
sea
,
and
it
was
imperative
that
we
should
guard
ourselves
against
the
cold
and
wet
.
We
worked
feverishly
at
carrying
our
plunder
on
deck
and
depositing
it
amidships
,
so
feverishly
that
Maud
,
whose
strength
was
hardly
a
positive
quantity
,
had
to
give
over
,
exhausted
,
and
sit
on
the
steps
at
the
break
of
the
poop
.
This
did
not
serve
to
recover
her
,
and
she
lay
on
her
back
,
on
the
hard
deck
,
arms
stretched
out
,
and
whole
body
relaxed
.
It
was
a
trick
I
remembered
of
my
sister
,
and
I
knew
she
would
soon
be
herself
again
.
I
knew
,
also
,
that
weapons
would
not
come
in
amiss
,
and
I
re-entered
Wolf
Larsen
's
state-room
to
get
his
rifle
and
shot-gun
.
I
spoke
to
him
,
but
he
made
no
answer
,
though
his
head
was
still
rocking
from
side
to
side
and
he
was
not
asleep
.
"
Good-bye
,
Lucifer
,
"
I
whispered
to
myself
as
I
softly
closed
the
door
.
Next
to
obtain
was
a
stock
of
ammunition
--
an
easy
matter
,
though
I
had
to
enter
the
steerage
companion-way
to
do
it
.
Here
the
hunters
stored
the
ammunition-boxes
they
carried
in
the
boats
,
and
here
,
but
a
few
feet
from
their
noisy
revels
,
I
took
possession
of
two
boxes
.
Next
,
to
lower
a
boat
.
Not
so
simple
a
task
for
one
man
.
Having
cast
off
the
lashings
,
I
hoisted
first
on
the
forward
tackle
,
then
on
the
aft
,
till
the
boat
cleared
the
rail
,
when
I
lowered
away
,
one
tackle
and
then
the
other
,
for
a
couple
of
feet
,
till
it
hung
snugly
,
above
the
water
,
against
the
schooner
's
side
.
I
made
certain
that
it
contained
the
proper
equipment
of
oars
,
rowlocks
,
and
sail
.
Water
was
a
consideration
,
and
I
robbed
every
boat
aboard
of
its
breaker
.
As
there
were
nine
boats
all
told
,
it
meant
that
we
should
have
plenty
of
water
,
and
ballast
as
well
,
though
there
was
the
chance
that
the
boat
would
be
overloaded
,
what
of
the
generous
supply
of
other
things
I
was
taking
.
While
Maud
was
passing
me
the
provisions
and
I
was
storing
them
in
the
boat
,
a
sailor
came
on
deck
from
the
forecastle
.
He
stood
by
the
weather
rail
for
a
time
(
we
were
lowering
over
the
lee
rail
)
,
and
then
sauntered
slowly
amidships
,
where
he
again
paused
and
stood
facing
the
wind
,
with
his
back
toward
us
.
I
could
hear
my
heart
beating
as
I
crouched
low
in
the
boat
.
Maud
had
sunk
down
upon
the
deck
and
was
,
I
knew
,
lying
motionless
,
her
body
in
the
shadow
of
the
bulwark
.
But
the
man
never
turned
,
and
,
after
stretching
his
arms
above
his
head
and
yawning
audibly
,
he
retraced
his
steps
to
the
forecastle
scuttle
and
disappeared
.
