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I

was

choking

and

suffocating

by

the

time

I

reached

Wolf

Larsen

's

bunk

.

I

reached

my

hand

and

felt

for

his

.

He

was

lying

motionless

,

but

moved

slightly

at

the

touch

of

my

hand

.

I

felt

over

and

under

his

blankets

.

There

was

no

warmth

,

no

sign

of

fire

.

Yet

that

smoke

which

blinded

me

and

made

me

cough

and

gasp

must

have

a

source

.

I

lost

my

head

temporarily

and

dashed

frantically

about

the

steerage

.

A

collision

with

the

table

partially

knocked

the

wind

from

my

body

and

brought

me

to

myself

.

I

reasoned

that

a

helpless

man

could

start

a

fire

only

near

to

where

he

lay

.

I

returned

to

Wolf

Larsen

's

bunk

.

There

I

encountered

Maud

.

How

long

she

had

been

there

in

that

suffocating

atmosphere

I

could

not

guess

.

"

Go

up

on

deck

!

"

I

commanded

peremptorily

.

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"

But

,

Humphrey

--

"

she

began

to

protest

in

a

queer

,

husky

voice

.

"

Please

!

please

!

"

I

shouted

at

her

harshly

.

She

drew

away

obediently

,

and

then

I

thought

,

What

if

she

can

not

find

the

steps

?

I

started

after

her

,

to

stop

at

the

foot

of

the

companion-way

.

Perhaps

she

had

gone

up

.

As

I

stood

there

,

hesitant

,

I

heard

her

cry

softly

:

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"

Oh

,

Humphrey

,

I

am

lost

.

"

I

found

her

fumbling

at

the

wall

of

the

after

bulkhead

,

and

,

half

leading

her

,

half

carrying

her

,

I

took

her

up

the

companion-way

.

The

pure

air

was

like

nectar

.

Maud

was

only

faint

and

dizzy

,

and

I

left

her

lying

on

the

deck

when

I

took

my

second

plunge

below

.

The

source

of

the

smoke

must

be

very

close

to

Wolf

Larsen

--

my

mind

was

made

up

to

this

,

and

I

went

straight

to

his

bunk

.

As

I

felt

about

among

his

blankets

,

something

hot

fell

on

the

back

of

my

hand

.

It

burned

me

,

and

I

jerked

my

hand

away

.

Then

I

understood

.

Through

the

cracks

in

the

bottom

of

the

upper

bunk

he

had

set

fire

to

the

mattress

.

He

still

retained

sufficient

use

of

his

left

arm

to

do

this

.

The

damp

straw

of

the

mattress

,

fired

from

beneath

and

denied

air

,

had

been

smouldering

all

the

while

.

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