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"
But
if
it
is
going
to
howl
,
and
there
are
only
two
of
us
?
"
I
asked
,
a
note
of
protest
in
my
voice
.
"
Why
we
've
got
to
make
the
best
of
the
first
of
it
and
run
down
to
our
boats
before
our
canvas
is
ripped
out
of
us
.
After
that
I
do
n't
give
a
rap
what
happens
.
The
sticks
'
ll
stand
it
,
and
you
and
I
will
have
to
,
though
we
've
plenty
cut
out
for
us
.
"
Still
the
calm
continued
.
We
ate
dinner
,
a
hurried
and
anxious
meal
for
me
with
eighteen
men
abroad
on
the
sea
and
beyond
the
bulge
of
the
earth
,
and
with
that
heaven-rolling
mountain
range
of
clouds
moving
slowly
down
upon
us
.
Wolf
Larsen
did
not
seem
affected
,
however
;
though
I
noticed
,
when
we
returned
to
the
deck
,
a
slight
twitching
of
the
nostrils
,
a
perceptible
quickness
of
movement
.
His
face
was
stern
,
the
lines
of
it
had
grown
hard
,
and
yet
in
his
eyes
--
blue
,
clear
blue
this
day
--
there
was
a
strange
brilliancy
,
a
bright
scintillating
light
.
It
struck
me
that
he
was
joyous
,
in
a
ferocious
sort
of
way
;
that
he
was
glad
there
was
an
impending
struggle
;
that
he
was
thrilled
and
upborne
with
knowledge
that
one
of
the
great
moments
of
living
,
when
the
tide
of
life
surges
up
in
flood
,
was
upon
him
.
Once
,
and
unwitting
that
he
did
so
or
that
I
saw
,
he
laughed
aloud
,
mockingly
and
defiantly
,
at
the
advancing
storm
.
I
see
him
yet
standing
there
like
a
pigmy
out
of
the
Arabian
Nights
before
the
huge
front
of
some
malignant
genie
.
He
was
daring
destiny
,
and
he
was
unafraid
.
He
walked
to
the
galley
.
"
Cooky
,
by
the
time
you
've
finished
pots
and
pans
you
'll
be
wanted
on
deck
.
Stand
ready
for
a
call
.
"
"
Hump
,
"
he
said
,
becoming
cognizant
of
the
fascinated
gaze
I
bent
upon
him
,
"
this
beats
whisky
and
is
where
your
Omar
misses
.
I
think
he
only
half
lived
after
all
.
"
The
western
half
of
the
sky
had
by
now
grown
murky
.
The
sun
had
dimmed
and
faded
out
of
sight
.
It
was
two
in
the
afternoon
,
and
a
ghostly
twilight
,
shot
through
by
wandering
purplish
lights
,
had
descended
upon
us
.
In
this
purplish
light
Wolf
Larsen
's
face
glowed
and
glowed
,
and
to
my
excited
fancy
he
appeared
encircled
by
a
halo
.
We
lay
in
the
midst
of
an
unearthly
quiet
,
while
all
about
us
were
signs
and
omens
of
oncoming
sound
and
movement
.
The
sultry
heat
had
become
unendurable
.
The
sweat
was
standing
on
my
forehead
,
and
I
could
feel
it
trickling
down
my
nose
.
I
felt
as
though
I
should
faint
,
and
reached
out
to
the
rail
for
support
.
And
then
,
just
then
,
the
faintest
possible
whisper
of
air
passed
by
.
It
was
from
the
east
,
and
like
a
whisper
it
came
and
went
.
The
drooping
canvas
was
not
stirred
,
and
yet
my
face
had
felt
the
air
and
been
cooled
.
