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He
had
been
guilty
of
running
the
Ghost
several
points
off
her
course
in
order
that
what
little
wind
there
was
should
fill
the
foresail
and
hold
it
steady
.
He
had
striven
to
help
the
unfortunate
Harrison
at
the
risk
of
incurring
Wolf
Larsen
's
anger
.
The
time
went
by
,
and
the
suspense
,
to
me
,
was
terrible
.
Thomas
Mugridge
,
on
the
other
hand
,
considered
it
a
laughable
affair
,
and
was
continually
bobbing
his
head
out
the
galley
door
to
make
jocose
remarks
.
How
I
hated
him
!
And
how
my
hatred
for
him
grew
and
grew
,
during
that
fearful
time
,
to
cyclopean
dimensions
.
For
the
first
time
in
my
life
I
experienced
the
desire
to
murder
--
"
saw
red
,
"
as
some
of
our
picturesque
writers
phrase
it
.
Life
in
general
might
still
be
sacred
,
but
life
in
the
particular
case
of
Thomas
Mugridge
had
become
very
profane
indeed
.
I
was
frightened
when
I
became
conscious
that
I
was
seeing
red
,
and
the
thought
flashed
through
my
mind
:
was
I
,
too
,
becoming
tainted
by
the
brutality
of
my
environment
?
--
I
,
who
even
in
the
most
flagrant
crimes
had
denied
the
justice
and
righteousness
of
capital
punishment
?
Fully
half-an-hour
went
by
,
and
then
I
saw
Johnson
and
Louis
in
some
sort
of
altercation
.
It
ended
with
Johnson
flinging
off
Louis
's
detaining
arm
and
starting
forward
.
He
crossed
the
deck
,
sprang
into
the
fore
rigging
,
and
began
to
climb
.
But
the
quick
eye
of
Wolf
Larsen
caught
him
.
"
Here
,
you
,
what
are
you
up
to
?
"
he
cried
.
Johnson
's
ascent
was
arrested
.
He
looked
his
captain
in
the
eyes
and
replied
slowly
:
"
I
am
going
to
get
that
boy
down
.
"
"
You
'll
get
down
out
of
that
rigging
,
and
damn
lively
about
it
!
D'ye
hear
?
Get
down
!
"
Johnson
hesitated
,
but
the
long
years
of
obedience
to
the
masters
of
ships
overpowered
him
,
and
he
dropped
sullenly
to
the
deck
and
went
on
forward
.
At
half
after
five
I
went
below
to
set
the
cabin
table
,
but
I
hardly
knew
what
I
did
,
for
my
eyes
and
my
brain
were
filled
with
the
vision
of
a
man
,
white-faced
and
trembling
,
comically
like
a
bug
,
clinging
to
the
thrashing
gaff
.
At
six
o'clock
,
when
I
served
supper
,
going
on
deck
to
get
the
food
from
the
galley
,
I
saw
Harrison
,
still
in
the
same
position
.
The
conversation
at
the
table
was
of
other
things
.
Nobody
seemed
interested
in
the
wantonly
imperilled
life
.
But
making
an
extra
trip
to
the
galley
a
little
later
,
I
was
gladdened
by
the
sight
of
Harrison
staggering
weakly
from
the
rigging
to
the
forecastle
scuttle
.
He
had
finally
summoned
the
courage
to
descend
.
Before
closing
this
incident
,
I
must
give
a
scrap
of
conversation
I
had
with
Wolf
Larsen
in
the
cabin
,
while
I
was
washing
the
dishes
.
