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I
shook
my
head
.
"
Well
,
I
am
going
to
exercise
my
prerogative
of
roaring
and
show
you
how
fares
nobility
.
Watch
me
.
"
Three
yards
away
from
Johnson
he
was
,
and
sitting
down
.
Nine
feet
!
And
yet
he
left
the
chair
in
full
leap
,
without
first
gaining
a
standing
position
.
He
left
the
chair
,
just
as
he
sat
in
it
,
squarely
,
springing
from
the
sitting
posture
like
a
wild
animal
,
a
tiger
,
and
like
a
tiger
covered
the
intervening
space
.
It
was
an
avalanche
of
fury
that
Johnson
strove
vainly
to
fend
off
.
He
threw
one
arm
down
to
protect
the
stomach
,
the
other
arm
up
to
protect
the
head
;
but
Wolf
Larsen
's
fist
drove
midway
between
,
on
the
chest
,
with
a
crushing
,
resounding
impact
.
Johnson
's
breath
,
suddenly
expelled
,
shot
from
his
mouth
and
as
suddenly
checked
,
with
the
forced
,
audible
expiration
of
a
man
wielding
an
axe
.
He
almost
fell
backward
,
and
swayed
from
side
to
side
in
an
effort
to
recover
his
balance
.
I
can
not
give
the
further
particulars
of
the
horrible
scene
that
followed
.
It
was
too
revolting
.
It
turns
me
sick
even
now
when
I
think
of
it
.
Johnson
fought
bravely
enough
,
but
he
was
no
match
for
Wolf
Larsen
,
much
less
for
Wolf
Larsen
and
the
mate
.
It
was
frightful
.
I
had
not
imagined
a
human
being
could
endure
so
much
and
still
live
and
struggle
on
.
And
struggle
on
Johnson
did
.
Of
course
there
was
no
hope
for
him
,
not
the
slightest
,
and
he
knew
it
as
well
as
I
,
but
by
the
manhood
that
was
in
him
he
could
not
cease
from
fighting
for
that
manhood
.
It
was
too
much
for
me
to
witness
.
I
felt
that
I
should
lose
my
mind
,
and
I
ran
up
the
companion
stairs
to
open
the
doors
and
escape
on
deck
.
But
Wolf
Larsen
,
leaving
his
victim
for
the
moment
,
and
with
one
of
his
tremendous
springs
,
gained
my
side
and
flung
me
into
the
far
corner
of
the
cabin
.
"
The
phenomena
of
life
,
Hump
,
"
he
girded
at
me
.
"
Stay
and
watch
it
.
You
may
gather
data
on
the
immortality
of
the
soul
.
Besides
,
you
know
,
we
ca
n't
hurt
Johnson
's
soul
.
It
's
only
the
fleeting
form
we
may
demolish
.
"
It
seemed
centuries
--
possibly
it
was
no
more
than
ten
minutes
that
the
beating
continued
.
Wolf
Larsen
and
Johansen
were
all
about
the
poor
fellow
.
They
struck
him
with
their
fists
,
kicked
him
with
their
heavy
shoes
,
knocked
him
down
,
and
dragged
him
to
his
feet
to
knock
him
down
again
.
His
eyes
were
blinded
so
that
he
could
not
see
,
and
the
blood
running
from
ears
and
nose
and
mouth
turned
the
cabin
into
a
shambles
.
And
when
he
could
no
longer
rise
they
still
continued
to
beat
and
kick
him
where
he
lay
.
"
Easy
,
Johansen
;
easy
as
she
goes
,
"
Wolf
Larsen
finally
said
.
