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As
I
emerged
from
the
lazarette
I
heard
sounds
in
Wolf
Larsen
's
state-room
.
I
crouched
and
listened
.
The
door-knob
rattled
.
Furtively
,
instinctively
,
I
slunk
back
behind
the
table
and
drew
and
cocked
my
revolver
.
The
door
swung
open
and
he
came
forth
.
Never
had
I
seen
so
profound
a
despair
as
that
which
I
saw
on
his
face
--
the
face
of
Wolf
Larsen
the
fighter
,
the
strong
man
,
the
indomitable
one
.
For
all
the
world
like
a
woman
wringing
her
hands
,
he
raised
his
clenched
fists
and
groaned
.
One
fist
unclosed
,
and
the
open
palm
swept
across
his
eyes
as
though
brushing
away
cobwebs
.
"
God
!
God
!
"
he
groaned
,
and
the
clenched
fists
were
raised
again
to
the
infinite
despair
with
which
his
throat
vibrated
.
It
was
horrible
.
I
was
trembling
all
over
,
and
I
could
feel
the
shivers
running
up
and
down
my
spine
and
the
sweat
standing
out
on
my
forehead
.
Surely
there
can
be
little
in
this
world
more
awful
than
the
spectacle
of
a
strong
man
in
the
moment
when
he
is
utterly
weak
and
broken
.
But
Wolf
Larsen
regained
control
of
himself
by
an
exertion
of
his
remarkable
will
.
And
it
was
exertion
.
His
whole
frame
shook
with
the
struggle
.
He
resembled
a
man
on
the
verge
of
a
fit
.
His
face
strove
to
compose
itself
,
writhing
and
twisting
in
the
effort
till
he
broke
down
again
.
Once
more
the
clenched
fists
went
upward
and
he
groaned
.
He
caught
his
breath
once
or
twice
and
sobbed
.
Then
he
was
successful
.
I
could
have
thought
him
the
old
Wolf
Larsen
,
and
yet
there
was
in
his
movements
a
vague
suggestion
of
weakness
and
indecision
.
He
started
for
the
companion-way
,
and
stepped
forward
quite
as
I
had
been
accustomed
to
see
him
do
;
and
yet
again
,
in
his
very
walk
,
there
seemed
that
suggestion
of
weakness
and
indecision
.
I
was
now
concerned
with
fear
for
myself
.
The
open
trap
lay
directly
in
his
path
,
and
his
discovery
of
it
would
lead
instantly
to
his
discovery
of
me
.
I
was
angry
with
myself
for
being
caught
in
so
cowardly
a
position
,
crouching
on
the
floor
.
There
was
yet
time
.
I
rose
swiftly
to
my
feet
,
and
,
I
know
,
quite
unconsciously
assumed
a
defiant
attitude
.
He
took
no
notice
of
me
.
Nor
did
he
notice
the
open
trap
.
Before
I
could
grasp
the
situation
,
or
act
,
he
had
walked
right
into
the
trap
.
One
foot
was
descending
into
the
opening
,
while
the
other
foot
was
just
on
the
verge
of
beginning
the
uplift
.
But
when
the
descending
foot
missed
the
solid
flooring
and
felt
vacancy
beneath
,
it
was
the
old
Wolf
Larsen
and
the
tiger
muscles
that
made
the
falling
body
spring
across
the
opening
,
even
as
it
fell
,
so
that
he
struck
on
his
chest
and
stomach
,
with
arms
outstretched
,
on
the
floor
of
the
opposite
side
.
The
next
instant
he
had
drawn
up
his
legs
and
rolled
clear
.
But
he
rolled
into
my
marmalade
and
underclothes
and
against
the
trap-door
.
The
expression
on
his
face
was
one
of
complete
comprehension
.
But
before
I
could
guess
what
he
had
comprehended
,
he
had
dropped
the
trap-door
into
place
,
closing
the
lazarette
.
Then
I
understood
.
He
thought
he
had
me
inside
.
Also
,
he
was
blind
,
blind
as
a
bat
.
I
watched
him
,
breathing
carefully
so
that
he
should
not
hear
me
.
He
stepped
quickly
to
his
state-room
.
I
saw
his
hand
miss
the
door-knob
by
an
inch
,
quickly
fumble
for
it
,
and
find
it
.
This
was
my
chance
.
I
tiptoed
across
the
cabin
and
to
the
top
of
the
stairs
.
He
came
back
,
dragging
a
heavy
sea-chest
,
which
he
deposited
on
top
of
the
trap
.
Not
content
with
this
he
fetched
a
second
chest
and
placed
it
on
top
of
the
first
.
Then
he
gathered
up
the
marmalade
and
underclothes
and
put
them
on
the
table
.
When
he
started
up
the
companion-way
,
I
retreated
,
silently
rolling
over
on
top
of
the
cabin
.
He
shoved
the
slide
part
way
back
and
rested
his
arms
on
it
,
his
body
still
in
the
companion-way
.
His
attitude
was
of
one
looking
forward
the
length
of
the
schooner
,
or
staring
,
rather
,
for
his
eyes
were
fixed
and
unblinking
.
I
was
only
five
feet
away
and
directly
in
what
should
have
been
his
line
of
vision
.
It
was
uncanny
.
I
felt
myself
a
ghost
,
what
of
my
invisibility
.
I
waved
my
hand
back
and
forth
,
of
course
without
effect
;
but
when
the
moving
shadow
fell
across
his
face
I
saw
at
once
that
he
was
susceptible
to
the
impression
.
His
face
became
more
expectant
and
tense
as
he
tried
to
analyze
and
identify
the
impression
.
He
knew
that
he
had
responded
to
something
from
without
,
that
his
sensibility
had
been
touched
by
a
changing
something
in
his
environment
;
but
what
it
was
he
could
not
discover
.
I
ceased
waving
my
hand
,
so
that
the
shadow
remained
stationary
.
He
slowly
moved
his
head
back
and
forth
under
it
and
turned
from
side
to
side
,
now
in
the
sunshine
,
now
in
the
shade
,
feeling
the
shadow
,
as
it
were
,
testing
it
by
sensation
.
I
,
too
,
was
busy
,
trying
to
reason
out
how
he
was
aware
of
the
existence
of
so
intangible
a
thing
as
a
shadow
.
If
it
were
his
eyeballs
only
that
were
affected
,
or
if
his
optic
nerve
were
not
wholly
destroyed
,
the
explanation
was
simple
.
If
otherwise
,
then
the
only
conclusion
I
could
reach
was
that
the
sensitive
skin
recognized
the
difference
of
temperature
between
shade
and
sunshine
.
Or
,
perhaps
--
who
can
tell
?
--
it
was
that
fabled
sixth
sense
which
conveyed
to
him
the
loom
and
feel
of
an
object
close
at
hand
