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I
shall
never
forget
this
conversation
.
The
words
were
the
last
I
ever
heard
him
utter
.
Perhaps
they
were
the
last
he
did
utter
,
too
.
For
,
going
down
into
the
cabin
to
turn
in
,
I
decided
that
it
was
too
stuffy
to
sleep
below
.
It
was
a
calm
night
.
We
were
out
of
the
Trades
,
and
the
Ghost
was
forging
ahead
barely
a
knot
an
hour
.
So
I
tucked
a
blanket
and
pillow
under
my
arm
and
went
up
on
deck
.
As
I
passed
between
Harrison
and
the
binnacle
,
which
was
built
into
the
top
of
the
cabin
,
I
noticed
that
he
was
this
time
fully
three
points
off
.
Thinking
that
he
was
asleep
,
and
wishing
him
to
escape
reprimand
or
worse
,
I
spoke
to
him
.
But
he
was
not
asleep
.
His
eyes
were
wide
and
staring
.
He
seemed
greatly
perturbed
,
unable
to
reply
to
me
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Are
you
sick
?
"
He
shook
his
head
,
and
with
a
deep
sign
as
of
awakening
,
caught
his
breath
.
"
You
'd
better
get
on
your
course
,
then
,
"
I
chided
.
He
put
a
few
spokes
over
,
and
I
watched
the
compass-card
swing
slowly
to
N.
N.
W.
and
steady
itself
with
slight
oscillations
.
I
took
a
fresh
hold
on
my
bedclothes
and
was
preparing
to
start
on
,
when
some
movement
caught
my
eye
and
I
looked
astern
to
the
rail
.
A
sinewy
hand
,
dripping
with
water
,
was
clutching
the
rail
.
A
second
hand
took
form
in
the
darkness
beside
it
.
I
watched
,
fascinated
.
What
visitant
from
the
gloom
of
the
deep
was
I
to
behold
?
Whatever
it
was
,
I
knew
that
it
was
climbing
aboard
by
the
log-line
.
I
saw
a
head
,
the
hair
wet
and
straight
,
shape
itself
,
and
then
the
unmistakable
eyes
and
face
of
Wolf
Larsen
.
His
right
cheek
was
red
with
blood
,
which
flowed
from
some
wound
in
the
head
.
He
drew
himself
inboard
with
a
quick
effort
,
and
arose
to
his
feet
,
glancing
swiftly
,
as
he
did
so
,
at
the
man
at
the
wheel
,
as
though
to
assure
himself
of
his
identity
and
that
there
was
nothing
to
fear
from
him
.
The
sea-water
was
streaming
from
him
.
It
made
little
audible
gurgles
which
distracted
me
.
As
he
stepped
toward
me
I
shrank
back
instinctively
,
for
I
saw
that
in
his
eyes
which
spelled
death
.
"
All
right
,
Hump
,
"
he
said
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Where
's
the
mate
?
"
