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It
was
at
this
moment
that
I
chanced
to
glance
at
Johansen
.
His
big
fists
were
clenching
and
unclenching
,
and
his
face
was
positively
fiendish
,
so
malignantly
did
he
look
at
Johnson
.
I
noticed
a
black
discoloration
,
still
faintly
visible
,
under
Johansen
's
eye
,
a
mark
of
the
thrashing
he
had
received
a
few
nights
before
from
the
sailor
.
For
the
first
time
I
began
to
divine
that
something
terrible
was
about
to
be
enacted
--
what
,
I
could
not
imagine
.
"
Do
you
know
what
happens
to
men
who
say
what
you
've
said
about
my
slop-chest
and
me
?
"
Wolf
Larsen
was
demanding
.
"
I
know
,
sir
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
What
?
"
Wolf
Larsen
demanded
,
sharply
and
imperatively
.
"
What
you
and
the
mate
there
are
going
to
do
to
me
,
sir
.
"
"
Look
at
him
,
Hump
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
said
to
me
,
"
look
at
this
bit
of
animated
dust
,
this
aggregation
of
matter
that
moves
and
breathes
and
defies
me
and
thoroughly
believes
itself
to
be
compounded
of
something
good
;
that
is
impressed
with
certain
human
fictions
such
as
righteousness
and
honesty
,
and
that
will
live
up
to
them
in
spite
of
all
personal
discomforts
and
menaces
.
What
do
you
think
of
him
,
Hump
?
What
do
you
think
of
him
?
"
"
I
think
that
he
is
a
better
man
than
you
are
,
"
I
answered
,
impelled
,
somehow
,
with
a
desire
to
draw
upon
myself
a
portion
of
the
wrath
I
felt
was
about
to
break
upon
his
head
.
"
His
human
fictions
,
as
you
choose
to
call
them
,
make
for
nobility
and
manhood
.
You
have
no
fictions
,
no
dreams
,
no
ideals
.
You
are
a
pauper
.
"
He
nodded
his
head
with
a
savage
pleasantness
.
"
Quite
true
,
Hump
,
quite
true
.
I
have
no
fictions
that
make
for
nobility
and
manhood
.
A
living
dog
is
better
than
a
dead
lion
,
say
I
with
the
Preacher
.
My
only
doctrine
is
the
doctrine
of
expediency
,
and
it
makes
for
surviving
.
This
bit
of
the
ferment
we
call
'
Johnson
,
'
when
he
is
no
longer
a
bit
of
the
ferment
,
only
dust
and
ashes
,
will
have
no
more
nobility
than
any
dust
and
ashes
,
while
I
shall
still
be
alive
and
roaring
.
"
"
Do
you
know
what
I
am
going
to
do
?
"
he
questioned
.
