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His
rage
was
a
madness
.
His
lips
were
flecked
with
a
soapy
froth
,
and
sometimes
he
choked
and
gurgled
and
became
inarticulate
.
And
through
it
all
,
calm
and
impassive
,
leaning
on
his
elbow
and
gazing
down
,
Wolf
Larsen
seemed
lost
in
a
great
curiosity
.
This
wild
stirring
of
yeasty
life
,
this
terrific
revolt
and
defiance
of
matter
that
moved
,
perplexed
and
interested
him
.
Each
moment
I
looked
,
and
everybody
looked
,
for
him
to
leap
upon
the
boy
and
destroy
him
.
But
it
was
not
his
whim
.
His
cigar
went
out
,
and
he
continued
to
gaze
silently
and
curiously
.
Leach
had
worked
himself
into
an
ecstasy
of
impotent
rage
.
"
Pig
!
Pig
!
Pig
!
"
he
was
reiterating
at
the
top
of
his
lungs
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
come
down
and
kill
me
,
you
murderer
?
You
can
do
it
!
I
ai
n't
afraid
!
There
's
no
one
to
stop
you
!
Damn
sight
better
dead
and
outa
your
reach
than
alive
and
in
your
clutches
!
Come
on
,
you
coward
!
Kill
me
!
Kill
me
!
Kill
me
!
"
It
was
at
this
stage
that
Thomas
Mugridge
's
erratic
soul
brought
him
into
the
scene
.
He
had
been
listening
at
the
galley
door
,
but
he
now
came
out
,
ostensibly
to
fling
some
scraps
over
the
side
,
but
obviously
to
see
the
killing
he
was
certain
would
take
place
.
He
smirked
greasily
up
into
the
face
of
Wolf
Larsen
,
who
seemed
not
to
see
him
.
But
the
Cockney
was
unabashed
,
though
mad
,
stark
mad
.
He
turned
to
Leach
,
saying
:
"
Such
langwidge
!
Shockin
'
!
"
Leach
's
rage
was
no
longer
impotent
.
Here
at
last
was
something
ready
to
hand
.
And
for
the
first
time
since
the
stabbing
the
Cockney
had
appeared
outside
the
galley
without
his
knife
.
The
words
had
barely
left
his
mouth
when
he
was
knocked
down
by
Leach
.
Three
times
he
struggled
to
his
feet
,
striving
to
gain
the
galley
,
and
each
time
was
knocked
down
.
"
Oh
,
Lord
!
"
he
cried
.
"
'
Elp
!
'
Elp
!
Tyke
'
im
aw
'
y
,
car
n't
yer
?
Tyke
'
im
aw
'
y
!
"
The
hunters
laughed
from
sheer
relief
.
Tragedy
had
dwindled
,
the
farce
had
begun
.
The
sailors
now
crowded
boldly
aft
,
grinning
and
shuffling
,
to
watch
the
pummelling
of
the
hated
Cockney
.
And
even
I
felt
a
great
joy
surge
up
within
me
.
I
confess
that
I
delighted
in
this
beating
Leach
was
giving
to
Thomas
Mugridge
,
though
it
was
as
terrible
,
almost
,
as
the
one
Mugridge
had
caused
to
be
given
to
Johnson
.
