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"
No
,
"
I
answered
,
and
she
questioned
no
further
,
though
I
could
have
sworn
her
eyes
retained
for
some
time
a
mocking
,
teasing
expression
.
With
the
foremast
in
,
the
work
now
went
on
apace
.
Almost
before
I
knew
it
,
and
without
one
serious
hitch
,
I
had
the
mainmast
stepped
.
A
derrick-boom
,
rigged
to
the
foremast
,
had
accomplished
this
;
and
several
days
more
found
all
stays
and
shrouds
in
place
,
and
everything
set
up
taut
.
Topsails
would
be
a
nuisance
and
a
danger
for
a
crew
of
two
,
so
I
heaved
the
topmasts
on
deck
and
lashed
them
fast
.
Several
more
days
were
consumed
in
finishing
the
sails
and
putting
them
on
There
were
only
three
--
the
jib
,
foresail
,
and
mainsail
;
and
,
patched
,
shortened
,
and
distorted
,
they
were
a
ridiculously
ill-fitting
suit
for
so
trim
a
craft
as
the
Ghost
.
"
But
they
'll
work
!
"
Maud
cried
jubilantly
.
"
We
'll
make
them
work
,
and
trust
our
lives
to
them
!
"
Certainly
,
among
my
many
new
trades
,
I
shone
least
as
a
sail-maker
.
I
could
sail
them
better
than
make
them
,
and
I
had
no
doubt
of
my
power
to
bring
the
schooner
to
some
northern
port
of
Japan
.
In
fact
,
I
had
crammed
navigation
from
text-books
aboard
;
and
besides
,
there
was
Wolf
Larsen
's
star-scale
,
so
simple
a
device
that
a
child
could
work
it
.
As
for
its
inventor
,
beyond
an
increasing
deafness
and
the
movement
of
the
lips
growing
fainter
and
fainter
,
there
had
been
little
change
in
his
condition
for
a
week
.
But
on
the
day
we
finished
bending
the
schooner
's
sails
,
he
heard
his
last
,
and
the
last
movement
of
his
lips
died
away
--
but
not
before
I
had
asked
him
,
"
Are
you
all
there
?
"
and
the
lips
had
answered
,
"
Yes
.
"
The
last
line
was
down
.
Somewhere
within
that
tomb
of
the
flesh
still
dwelt
the
soul
of
the
man
.
Walled
by
the
living
clay
,
that
fierce
intelligence
we
had
known
burned
on
;
but
it
burned
on
in
silence
and
darkness
.
And
it
was
disembodied
.
To
that
intelligence
there
could
be
no
objective
knowledge
of
a
body
.
It
knew
no
body
.
The
very
world
was
not
.
It
knew
only
itself
and
the
vastness
and
profundity
of
the
quiet
and
the
dark
.
The
day
came
for
our
departure
.
There
was
no
longer
anything
to
detain
us
on
Endeavour
Island
.
The
Ghost
's
stumpy
masts
were
in
place
,
her
crazy
sails
bent
.
All
my
handiwork
was
strong
,
none
of
it
beautiful
;
but
I
knew
that
it
would
work
,
and
I
felt
myself
a
man
of
power
as
I
looked
at
it
.
"
I
did
it
!
I
did
it
!
With
my
own
hands
I
did
it
!
"
I
wanted
to
cry
aloud
.
