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Latimer
reached
down
with
his
free
hand
.
I
saw
a
hand
shoot
up
to
clasp
his
.
Latimer
pulled
,
and
the
next
couple
of
steps
were
made
with
a
rush
.
Then
Wolf
Larsen
's
other
hand
reached
up
and
clutched
the
edge
of
the
scuttle
.
The
mass
swung
clear
of
the
ladder
,
the
men
still
clinging
to
their
escaping
foe
.
They
began
to
drop
off
,
to
be
brushed
off
against
the
sharp
edge
of
the
scuttle
,
to
be
knocked
off
by
the
legs
which
were
now
kicking
powerfully
.
Leach
was
the
last
to
go
,
falling
sheer
back
from
the
top
of
the
scuttle
and
striking
on
head
and
shoulders
upon
his
sprawling
mates
beneath
.
Wolf
Larsen
and
the
lantern
disappeared
,
and
we
were
left
in
darkness
.
There
was
a
deal
of
cursing
and
groaning
as
the
men
at
the
bottom
of
the
ladder
crawled
to
their
feet
.
"
Somebody
strike
a
light
,
my
thumb
's
out
of
joint
,
"
said
one
of
the
men
,
Parsons
,
a
swarthy
,
saturnine
man
,
boat-steerer
in
Standish
's
boat
,
in
which
Harrison
was
puller
.
"
You
'll
find
it
knockin
'
about
by
the
bitts
,
"
Leach
said
,
sitting
down
on
the
edge
of
the
bunk
in
which
I
was
concealed
.
There
was
a
fumbling
and
a
scratching
of
matches
,
and
the
sea-lamp
flared
up
,
dim
and
smoky
,
and
in
its
weird
light
bare-legged
men
moved
about
nursing
their
bruises
and
caring
for
their
hurts
.
Oofty
--
Oofty
laid
hold
of
Parsons
's
thumb
,
pulling
it
out
stoutly
and
snapping
it
back
into
place
.
I
noticed
at
the
same
time
that
the
Kanaka
's
knuckles
were
laid
open
clear
across
and
to
the
bone
.
He
exhibited
them
,
exposing
beautiful
white
teeth
in
a
grin
as
he
did
so
,
and
explaining
that
the
wounds
had
come
from
striking
Wolf
Larsen
in
the
mouth
.
"
So
it
was
you
,
was
it
,
you
black
beggar
?
"
belligerently
demanded
one
Kelly
,
an
Irish
--
American
and
a
longshoreman
,
making
his
first
trip
to
sea
,
and
boat-puller
for
Kerfoot
.
As
he
made
the
demand
he
spat
out
a
mouthful
of
blood
and
teeth
and
shoved
his
pugnacious
face
close
to
Oofty
--
Oofty
.
The
Kanaka
leaped
backward
to
his
bunk
,
to
return
with
a
second
leap
,
flourishing
a
long
knife
.
"
Aw
,
go
lay
down
,
you
make
me
tired
,
"
Leach
interfered
.
He
was
evidently
,
for
all
of
his
youth
and
inexperience
,
cock
of
the
forecastle
.
"
G'wan
,
you
Kelly
.
You
leave
Oofty
alone
.
How
in
hell
did
he
know
it
was
you
in
the
dark
?
"
Kelly
subsided
with
some
muttering
,
and
the
Kanaka
flashed
his
white
teeth
in
a
grateful
smile
.
He
was
a
beautiful
creature
,
almost
feminine
in
the
pleasing
lines
of
his
figure
,
and
there
was
a
softness
and
dreaminess
in
his
large
eyes
which
seemed
to
contradict
his
well-earned
reputation
for
strife
and
action
.
