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"
Yes
,
"
I
said
defiantly
and
honestly
,
"
I
am
afraid
.
"
"
That
's
the
way
with
you
fellows
,
"
he
cried
,
half
angrily
,
"
sentimentalizing
about
your
immortal
souls
and
afraid
to
die
.
At
sight
of
a
sharp
knife
and
a
cowardly
Cockney
the
clinging
of
life
to
life
overcomes
all
your
fond
foolishness
.
Why
,
my
dear
fellow
,
you
will
live
for
ever
.
You
are
a
god
,
and
God
can
not
be
killed
.
Cooky
can
not
hurt
you
.
You
are
sure
of
your
resurrection
.
What
's
there
to
be
afraid
of
?
"
You
have
eternal
life
before
you
.
You
are
a
millionaire
in
immortality
,
and
a
millionaire
whose
fortune
can
not
be
lost
,
whose
fortune
is
less
perishable
than
the
stars
and
as
lasting
as
space
or
time
.
It
is
impossible
for
you
to
diminish
your
principal
.
Immortality
is
a
thing
without
beginning
or
end
.
Eternity
is
eternity
,
and
though
you
die
here
and
now
you
will
go
on
living
somewhere
else
and
hereafter
.
And
it
is
all
very
beautiful
,
this
shaking
off
of
the
flesh
and
soaring
of
the
imprisoned
spirit
.
Cooky
can
not
hurt
you
.
He
can
only
give
you
a
boost
on
the
path
you
eternally
must
tread
.
"
Or
,
if
you
do
not
wish
to
be
boosted
just
yet
,
why
not
boost
Cooky
?
According
to
your
ideas
,
he
,
too
,
must
be
an
immortal
millionaire
.
You
can
not
bankrupt
him
.
His
paper
will
always
circulate
at
par
.
You
can
not
diminish
the
length
of
his
living
by
killing
him
,
for
he
is
without
beginning
or
end
.
He
's
bound
to
go
on
living
,
somewhere
,
somehow
.
Then
boost
him
.
Stick
a
knife
in
him
and
let
his
spirit
free
.
As
it
is
,
it
's
in
a
nasty
prison
,
and
you
'll
do
him
only
a
kindness
by
breaking
down
the
door
.
And
who
knows
?
--
it
may
be
a
very
beautiful
spirit
that
will
go
soaring
up
into
the
blue
from
that
ugly
carcass
.
Boost
him
along
,
and
I
'll
promote
you
to
his
place
,
and
he
's
getting
forty-five
dollars
a
month
.
"
It
was
plain
that
I
could
look
for
no
help
or
mercy
from
Wolf
Larsen
.
Whatever
was
to
be
done
I
must
do
for
myself
;
and
out
of
the
courage
of
fear
I
evolved
the
plan
of
fighting
Thomas
Mugridge
with
his
own
weapons
.
I
borrowed
a
whetstone
from
Johansen
.
Louis
,
the
boat-steerer
,
had
already
begged
me
for
condensed
milk
and
sugar
.
The
lazarette
,
where
such
delicacies
were
stored
,
was
situated
beneath
the
cabin
floor
.
Watching
my
chance
,
I
stole
five
cans
of
the
milk
,
and
that
night
,
when
it
was
Louis
's
watch
on
deck
,
I
traded
them
with
him
for
a
dirk
as
lean
and
cruel-looking
as
Thomas
Mugridge
's
vegetable
knife
.
It
was
rusty
and
dull
,
but
I
turned
the
grindstone
while
Louis
gave
it
an
edge
.
I
slept
more
soundly
than
usual
that
night
.
Next
morning
,
after
breakfast
,
Thomas
Mugridge
began
his
whet
,
whet
,
whet
.
I
glanced
warily
at
him
,
for
I
was
on
my
knees
taking
the
ashes
from
the
stove
.
When
I
returned
from
throwing
them
overside
,
he
was
talking
to
Harrison
,
whose
honest
yokel
's
face
was
filled
with
fascination
and
wonder
.
"
Yes
,
"
Mugridge
was
saying
,
"
an
'
wot
does
'
is
worship
do
but
give
me
two
years
in
Reading
.
But
blimey
if
I
cared
.
The
other
mug
was
fixed
plenty
.
Should
'
a
seen
'
im
.
Knife
just
like
this
.
I
stuck
it
in
,
like
into
soft
butter
,
an
'
the
w
'
y
'
e
squealed
was
better
'n
a
tu-penny
gaff
.
"
He
shot
a
glance
in
my
direction
to
see
if
I
was
taking
it
in
,
and
went
on
.
"
'
I
did
n't
mean
it
Tommy
,
'
'
e
was
snifflin
'
;
'
so
'
elp
me
Gawd
,
I
did
n't
mean
it
!
'
'
I
'll
fix
yer
bloody
well
right
,
'
I
sez
,
an
'
kept
right
after
'
im
.
I
cut
'
im
in
ribbons
,
that
's
wot
I
did
,
an
'
'
e
a-squealin
'
all
the
time
.
Once
'
e
got
'
is
'
and
on
the
knife
an
'
tried
to
'
old
it
.
'
Ad
'
is
fingers
around
it
,
but
I
pulled
it
through
,
cuttin
'
to
the
bone
.
O
,
'
e
was
a
sight
,
I
can
tell
yer
.
"
A
call
from
the
mate
interrupted
the
gory
narrative
,
and
Harrison
went
aft
.
Mugridge
sat
down
on
the
raised
threshold
to
the
galley
and
went
on
with
his
knife-sharpening
.
I
put
the
shovel
away
and
calmly
sat
down
on
the
coal-box
facing
him
.
He
favoured
me
with
a
vicious
stare
.
Still
calmly
,
though
my
heart
was
going
pitapat
,
I
pulled
out
Louis
's
dirk
and
began
to
whet
it
on
the
stone
.
I
had
looked
for
almost
any
sort
of
explosion
on
the
Cockney
's
part
,
but
to
my
surprise
he
did
not
appear
aware
of
what
I
was
doing
.
He
went
on
whetting
his
knife
.
So
did
I.
And
for
two
hours
we
sat
there
,
face
to
face
,
whet
,
whet
,
whet
,
till
the
news
of
it
spread
abroad
and
half
the
ship
's
company
was
crowding
the
galley
doors
to
see
the
sight
.
