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Encouragement
and
advice
were
freely
tendered
,
and
Jock
Horner
,
the
quiet
,
self-spoken
hunter
who
looked
as
though
he
would
not
harm
a
mouse
,
advised
me
to
leave
the
ribs
alone
and
to
thrust
upward
for
the
abdomen
,
at
the
same
time
giving
what
he
called
the
"
Spanish
twist
"
to
the
blade
.
Leach
,
his
bandaged
arm
prominently
to
the
fore
,
begged
me
to
leave
a
few
remnants
of
the
cook
for
him
;
and
Wolf
Larsen
paused
once
or
twice
at
the
break
of
the
poop
to
glance
curiously
at
what
must
have
been
to
him
a
stirring
and
crawling
of
the
yeasty
thing
he
knew
as
life
.
And
I
make
free
to
say
that
for
the
time
being
life
assumed
the
same
sordid
values
to
me
.
There
was
nothing
pretty
about
it
,
nothing
divine
--
only
two
cowardly
moving
things
that
sat
whetting
steel
upon
stone
,
and
a
group
of
other
moving
things
,
cowardly
and
otherwise
,
that
looked
on
.
Half
of
them
,
I
am
sure
,
were
anxious
to
see
us
shedding
each
other
's
blood
.
It
would
have
been
entertainment
.
And
I
do
not
think
there
was
one
who
would
have
interfered
had
we
closed
in
a
death-struggle
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
whole
thing
was
laughable
and
childish
.
Whet
,
whet
,
whet
--
Humphrey
Van
Weyden
sharpening
his
knife
in
a
ship
's
galley
and
trying
its
edge
with
his
thumb
!
Of
all
situations
this
was
the
most
inconceivable
.
I
know
that
my
own
kind
could
not
have
believed
it
possible
.
I
had
not
been
called
"
Sissy
"
Van
Weyden
all
my
days
without
reason
,
and
that
"
Sissy
"
Van
Weyden
should
be
capable
of
doing
this
thing
was
a
revelation
to
Humphrey
Van
Weyden
,
who
knew
not
whether
to
be
exultant
or
ashamed
.
But
nothing
happened
.
At
the
end
of
two
hours
Thomas
Mugridge
put
away
knife
and
stone
and
held
out
his
hand
.
"
Wot
's
the
good
of
mykin
'
a
'
oly
show
of
ourselves
for
them
mugs
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
They
do
n't
love
us
,
an
'
bloody
well
glad
they
'd
be
a-seein
'
us
cuttin
'
our
throats
.
Yer
not
'
arf
bad
,
'
Ump
!
You
've
got
spunk
,
as
you
Yanks
s
'
y
,
an
'
I
like
yer
in
a
w
'
y
.
So
come
on
an
'
shyke
.
"
Coward
that
I
might
be
,
I
was
less
a
coward
than
he
.
It
was
a
distinct
victory
I
had
gained
,
and
I
refused
to
forego
any
of
it
by
shaking
his
detestable
hand
.
"
All
right
,
"
he
said
pridelessly
,
"
tyke
it
or
leave
it
,
I
'll
like
yer
none
the
less
for
it
.
"
And
to
save
his
face
he
turned
fiercely
upon
the
onlookers
.
"
Get
outa
my
galley-doors
,
you
bloomin
'
swabs
!
"
This
command
was
reinforced
by
a
steaming
kettle
of
water
,
and
at
sight
of
it
the
sailors
scrambled
out
of
the
way
.
This
was
a
sort
of
victory
for
Thomas
Mugridge
,
and
enabled
him
to
accept
more
gracefully
the
defeat
I
had
given
him
,
though
,
of
course
,
he
was
too
discreet
to
attempt
to
drive
the
hunters
away
"
I
see
Cooky
's
finish
,
"
I
heard
Smoke
say
to
Horner
.
