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"
Pack
up
and
go
for
'
ard
.
"
This
time
Wolf
Larsen
's
command
was
thrillingly
imperative
.
The
boy
glowered
sullenly
,
but
refused
to
move
.
Then
came
another
stirring
of
Wolf
Larsen
's
tremendous
strength
.
It
was
utterly
unexpected
,
and
it
was
over
and
done
with
between
the
ticks
of
two
seconds
.
He
had
sprung
fully
six
feet
across
the
deck
and
driven
his
fist
into
the
other
's
stomach
.
At
the
same
moment
,
as
though
I
had
been
struck
myself
,
I
felt
a
sickening
shock
in
the
pit
of
my
stomach
.
I
instance
this
to
show
the
sensitiveness
of
my
nervous
organization
at
the
time
,
and
how
unused
I
was
to
spectacles
of
brutality
.
The
cabin-boy
--
and
he
weighed
one
hundred
and
sixty-five
at
the
very
least
--
crumpled
up
.
His
body
wrapped
limply
about
the
fist
like
a
wet
rag
about
a
stick
.
He
lifted
into
the
air
,
described
a
short
curve
,
and
struck
the
deck
alongside
the
corpse
on
his
head
and
shoulders
,
where
he
lay
and
writhed
about
in
agony
.
"
Well
?
"
Larsen
asked
of
me
.
"
Have
you
made
up
your
mind
?
"
I
had
glanced
occasionally
at
the
approaching
schooner
,
and
it
was
now
almost
abreast
of
us
and
not
more
than
a
couple
of
hundred
yards
away
.
It
was
a
very
trim
and
neat
little
craft
.
I
could
see
a
large
,
black
number
on
one
of
its
sails
,
and
I
had
seen
pictures
of
pilot-boats
.
"
What
vessel
is
that
?
"
I
asked
.
"
The
pilot-boat
Lady
Mine
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
answered
grimly
.
"
Got
rid
of
her
pilots
and
running
into
San
Francisco
.
She
'll
be
there
in
five
or
six
hours
with
this
wind
.
"
"
Will
you
please
signal
it
,
then
,
so
that
I
may
be
put
ashore
.
"
"
Sorry
,
but
I
've
lost
the
signal
book
overboard
,
"
he
remarked
,
and
the
group
of
hunters
grinned
.
