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"
Who
?
"
demanded
those
who
had
been
really
asleep
,
and
who
had
wakened
to
they
knew
not
what
.
"
It
's
the
bloody
mate
!
"
was
Leach
's
crafty
answer
,
strained
from
him
in
a
smothered
sort
of
way
.
This
was
greeted
with
whoops
of
joy
,
and
from
then
on
Wolf
Larsen
had
seven
strong
men
on
top
of
him
,
Louis
,
I
believe
,
taking
no
part
in
it
.
The
forecastle
was
like
an
angry
hive
of
bees
aroused
by
some
marauder
.
"
What
ho
!
below
there
!
"
I
heard
Latimer
shout
down
the
scuttle
,
too
cautious
to
descend
into
the
inferno
of
passion
he
could
hear
raging
beneath
him
in
the
darkness
.
"
Wo
n't
somebody
get
a
knife
?
Oh
,
wo
n't
somebody
get
a
knife
?
"
Leach
pleaded
in
the
first
interval
of
comparative
silence
.
The
number
of
the
assailants
was
a
cause
of
confusion
.
They
blocked
their
own
efforts
,
while
Wolf
Larsen
,
with
but
a
single
purpose
,
achieved
his
.
This
was
to
fight
his
way
across
the
floor
to
the
ladder
.
Though
in
total
darkness
,
I
followed
his
progress
by
its
sound
.
No
man
less
than
a
giant
could
have
done
what
he
did
,
once
he
had
gained
the
foot
of
the
ladder
.
Step
by
step
,
by
the
might
of
his
arms
,
the
whole
pack
of
men
striving
to
drag
him
back
and
down
,
he
drew
his
body
up
from
the
floor
till
he
stood
erect
.
And
then
,
step
by
step
,
hand
and
foot
,
he
slowly
struggled
up
the
ladder
.
The
very
last
of
all
,
I
saw
.
For
Latimer
,
having
finally
gone
for
a
lantern
,
held
it
so
that
its
light
shone
down
the
scuttle
.
Wolf
Larsen
was
nearly
to
the
top
,
though
I
could
not
see
him
.
All
that
was
visible
was
the
mass
of
men
fastened
upon
him
.
It
squirmed
about
,
like
some
huge
many-legged
spider
,
and
swayed
back
and
forth
to
the
regular
roll
of
the
vessel
.
And
still
,
step
by
step
with
long
intervals
between
,
the
mass
ascended
.
Once
it
tottered
,
about
to
fall
back
,
but
the
broken
hold
was
regained
and
it
still
went
up
.
"
Who
is
it
?
"
Latimer
cried
.
In
the
rays
of
the
lantern
I
could
see
his
perplexed
face
peering
down
.
"
Larsen
,
"
I
heard
a
muffled
voice
from
within
the
mass
