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"
And
is
that
all
?
"
Wolf
Larsen
queried
,
his
voice
soft
,
and
low
,
and
purring
.
"
I
know
you
have
it
in
for
me
,
"
Johnson
continued
with
his
unalterable
and
ponderous
slowness
.
"
You
do
not
like
me
.
You
--
you
--
"
"
Go
on
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
prompted
.
"
Do
n't
be
afraid
of
my
feelings
.
"
"
I
am
not
afraid
,
"
the
sailor
retorted
,
a
slight
angry
flush
rising
through
his
sunburn
.
"
If
I
speak
not
fast
,
it
is
because
I
have
not
been
from
the
old
country
as
long
as
you
.
You
do
not
like
me
because
I
am
too
much
of
a
man
;
that
is
why
,
sir
.
"
"
You
are
too
much
of
a
man
for
ship
discipline
,
if
that
is
what
you
mean
,
and
if
you
know
what
I
mean
,
"
was
Wolf
Larsen
's
retort
.
"
I
know
English
,
and
I
know
what
you
mean
,
sir
,
"
Johnson
answered
,
his
flush
deepening
at
the
slur
on
his
knowledge
of
the
English
language
.
"
Johnson
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
said
,
with
an
air
of
dismissing
all
that
had
gone
before
as
introductory
to
the
main
business
in
hand
,
"
I
understand
you
're
not
quite
satisfied
with
those
oilskins
?
"
"
No
,
I
am
not
.
They
are
no
good
,
sir
.
"
"
And
you
've
been
shooting
off
your
mouth
about
them
.
"
"
I
say
what
I
think
,
sir
,
"
the
sailor
answered
courageously
,
not
failing
at
the
same
time
in
ship
courtesy
,
which
demanded
that
"
sir
"
be
appended
to
each
speech
he
made
.
