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"
I
really
do
not
care
to
sit
in
the
high
places
,
"
I
objected
.
"
I
find
life
precarious
enough
in
my
present
humble
situation
.
I
have
no
experience
.
Mediocrity
,
you
see
,
has
its
compensations
.
"
He
smiled
as
though
it
were
all
settled
.
"
I
wo
n't
be
mate
on
this
hell-ship
!
"
I
cried
defiantly
.
I
saw
his
face
grow
hard
and
the
merciless
glitter
come
into
his
eyes
.
He
walked
to
the
door
of
his
room
,
saying
:
"
And
now
,
Mr.
Van
Weyden
,
good-night
.
"
"
Good-night
,
Mr.
Larsen
,
"
I
answered
weakly
.
I
can
not
say
that
the
position
of
mate
carried
with
it
anything
more
joyful
than
that
there
were
no
more
dishes
to
wash
.
I
was
ignorant
of
the
simplest
duties
of
mate
,
and
would
have
fared
badly
indeed
,
had
the
sailors
not
sympathized
with
me
.
I
knew
nothing
of
the
minutiae
of
ropes
and
rigging
,
of
the
trimming
and
setting
of
sails
;
but
the
sailors
took
pains
to
put
me
to
rights
--
Louis
proving
an
especially
good
teacher
--
and
I
had
little
trouble
with
those
under
me
.
With
the
hunters
it
was
otherwise
.
Familiar
in
varying
degree
with
the
sea
,
they
took
me
as
a
sort
of
joke
.
In
truth
,
it
was
a
joke
to
me
,
that
I
,
the
veriest
landsman
,
should
be
filling
the
office
of
mate
;
but
to
be
taken
as
a
joke
by
others
was
a
different
matter
.
I
made
no
complaint
,
but
Wolf
Larsen
demanded
the
most
punctilious
sea
etiquette
in
my
case
--
far
more
than
poor
Johansen
had
ever
received
;
and
at
the
expense
of
several
rows
,
threats
,
and
much
grumbling
,
he
brought
the
hunters
to
time
.
I
was
"
Mr.
Van
Weyden
"
fore
and
aft
,
and
it
was
only
unofficially
that
Wolf
Larsen
himself
ever
addressed
me
as
"
Hump
.
"
It
was
amusing
.
Perhaps
the
wind
would
haul
a
few
points
while
we
were
at
dinner
,
and
as
I
left
the
table
he
would
say
,
"
Mr.
Van
Weyden
,
will
you
kindly
put
about
on
the
port
tack
.
"
And
I
would
go
on
deck
,
beckon
Louis
to
me
,
and
learn
from
him
what
was
to
be
done
.
Then
,
a
few
minutes
later
,
having
digested
his
instructions
and
thoroughly
mastered
the
manoeuvre
,
I
would
proceed
to
issue
my
orders
.
I
remember
an
early
instance
of
this
kind
,
when
Wolf
Larsen
appeared
on
the
scene
just
as
I
had
begun
to
give
orders
.
He
smoked
his
cigar
and
looked
on
quietly
till
the
thing
was
accomplished
,
and
then
paced
aft
by
my
side
along
the
weather
poop
.
