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But
the
beast
in
the
mate
was
up
and
rampant
,
and
Wolf
Larsen
was
compelled
to
brush
him
away
with
a
back-handed
sweep
of
the
arm
,
gentle
enough
,
apparently
,
but
which
hurled
Johansen
back
like
a
cork
,
driving
his
head
against
the
wall
with
a
crash
.
He
fell
to
the
floor
,
half
stunned
for
the
moment
,
breathing
heavily
and
blinking
his
eyes
in
a
stupid
sort
of
way
.
"
Jerk
open
the
doors
--
Hump
,
"
I
was
commanded
.
I
obeyed
,
and
the
two
brutes
picked
up
the
senseless
man
like
a
sack
of
rubbish
and
hove
him
clear
up
the
companion
stairs
,
through
the
narrow
doorway
,
and
out
on
deck
.
The
blood
from
his
nose
gushed
in
a
scarlet
stream
over
the
feet
of
the
helmsman
,
who
was
none
other
than
Louis
,
his
boat-mate
.
But
Louis
took
and
gave
a
spoke
and
gazed
imperturbably
into
the
binnacle
.
Not
so
was
the
conduct
of
George
Leach
,
the
erstwhile
cabin-boy
.
Fore
and
aft
there
was
nothing
that
could
have
surprised
us
more
than
his
consequent
behaviour
.
He
it
was
that
came
up
on
the
poop
without
orders
and
dragged
Johnson
forward
,
where
he
set
about
dressing
his
wounds
as
well
as
he
could
and
making
him
comfortable
.
Johnson
,
as
Johnson
,
was
unrecognizable
;
and
not
only
that
,
for
his
features
,
as
human
features
at
all
,
were
unrecognizable
,
so
discoloured
and
swollen
had
they
become
in
the
few
minutes
which
had
elapsed
between
the
beginning
of
the
beating
and
the
dragging
forward
of
the
body
.
But
of
Leach
's
behaviour
--
By
the
time
I
had
finished
cleansing
the
cabin
he
had
taken
care
of
Johnson
.
I
had
come
up
on
deck
for
a
breath
of
fresh
air
and
to
try
to
get
some
repose
for
my
overwrought
nerves
.
Wolf
Larsen
was
smoking
a
cigar
and
examining
the
patent
log
which
the
Ghost
usually
towed
astern
,
but
which
had
been
hauled
in
for
some
purpose
.
Suddenly
Leach
's
voice
came
to
my
ears
.
It
was
tense
and
hoarse
with
an
overmastering
rage
.
I
turned
and
saw
him
standing
just
beneath
the
break
of
the
poop
on
the
port
side
of
the
galley
.
His
face
was
convulsed
and
white
,
his
eyes
were
flashing
,
his
clenched
fists
raised
overhead
.
"
May
God
damn
your
soul
to
hell
,
Wolf
Larsen
,
only
hell
's
too
good
for
you
,
you
coward
,
you
murderer
,
you
pig
!
"
was
his
opening
salutation
.
I
was
thunderstruck
.
I
looked
for
his
instant
annihilation
.
But
it
was
not
Wolf
Larsen
's
whim
to
annihilate
him
.
He
sauntered
slowly
forward
to
the
break
of
the
poop
,
and
,
leaning
his
elbow
on
the
corner
of
the
cabin
,
gazed
down
thoughtfully
and
curiously
at
the
excited
boy
.
And
the
boy
indicted
Wolf
Larsen
as
he
had
never
been
indicted
before
.
The
sailors
assembled
in
a
fearful
group
just
outside
the
forecastle
scuttle
and
watched
and
listened
.
The
hunters
piled
pell-mell
out
of
the
steerage
,
but
as
Leach
's
tirade
continued
I
saw
that
there
was
no
levity
in
their
faces
.
Even
they
were
frightened
,
not
at
the
boy
's
terrible
words
,
but
at
his
terrible
audacity
.
It
did
not
seem
possible
that
any
living
creature
could
thus
beard
Wolf
Larsen
in
his
teeth
.
I
know
for
myself
that
I
was
shocked
into
admiration
of
the
boy
,
and
I
saw
in
him
the
splendid
invincibleness
of
immortality
rising
above
the
flesh
and
the
fears
of
the
flesh
,
as
in
the
prophets
of
old
,
to
condemn
unrighteousness
.
And
such
condemnation
!
He
haled
forth
Wolf
Larsen
's
soul
naked
to
the
scorn
of
men
.
He
rained
upon
it
curses
from
God
and
High
Heaven
,
and
withered
it
with
a
heat
of
invective
that
savoured
of
a
mediaeval
excommunication
of
the
Catholic
Church
.
He
ran
the
gamut
of
denunciation
,
rising
to
heights
of
wrath
that
were
sublime
and
almost
Godlike
,
and
from
sheer
exhaustion
sinking
to
the
vilest
and
most
indecent
abuse
.
