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I
looked
.
The
lanyards
had
been
almost
severed
,
with
just
enough
left
to
hold
the
shrouds
till
some
severe
strain
should
be
put
upon
them
.
"
Cooky
did
that
,
"
he
laughed
again
.
"
I
know
,
though
I
did
n't
spot
him
at
it
.
Kind
of
evened
up
the
score
a
bit
.
"
"
Good
for
Mugridge
!
"
I
cried
.
"
Yes
,
that
's
what
I
thought
when
everything
went
over
the
side
.
Only
I
said
it
on
the
other
side
of
my
mouth
.
"
"
But
what
were
you
doing
while
all
this
was
going
on
?
"
I
asked
.
"
My
best
,
you
may
be
sure
,
which
was
n't
much
under
the
circumstances
.
"
I
turned
to
re-examine
Thomas
Mugridge
's
work
.
"
I
guess
I
'll
sit
down
and
take
the
sunshine
,
"
I
heard
Wolf
Larsen
saying
.
There
was
a
hint
,
just
a
slight
hint
,
of
physical
feebleness
in
his
voice
,
and
it
was
so
strange
that
I
looked
quickly
at
him
.
His
hand
was
sweeping
nervously
across
his
face
,
as
though
he
were
brushing
away
cobwebs
.
I
was
puzzled
.
The
whole
thing
was
so
unlike
the
Wolf
Larsen
I
had
known
.
"
How
are
your
headaches
?
"
I
asked
.
