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As
before
,
the
Ghost
swung
out
of
the
trough
,
lifting
her
deck
again
out
of
the
sea
,
and
dashed
before
the
howling
blast
.
It
was
now
half-past
five
,
and
half-an-hour
later
,
when
the
last
of
the
day
lost
itself
in
a
dim
and
furious
twilight
,
I
sighted
a
third
boat
.
It
was
bottom
up
,
and
there
was
no
sign
of
its
crew
.
Wolf
Larsen
repeated
his
manoeuvre
,
holding
off
and
then
rounding
up
to
windward
and
drifting
down
upon
it
.
But
this
time
he
missed
by
forty
feet
,
the
boat
passing
astern
.
"
Number
four
boat
!
"
Oofty
--
Oofty
cried
,
his
keen
eyes
reading
its
number
in
the
one
second
when
it
lifted
clear
of
the
foam
,
and
upside
down
.
It
was
Henderson
's
boat
and
with
him
had
been
lost
Holyoak
and
Williams
,
another
of
the
deep-water
crowd
.
Lost
they
indubitably
were
;
but
the
boat
remained
,
and
Wolf
Larsen
made
one
more
reckless
effort
to
recover
it
.
I
had
come
down
to
the
deck
,
and
I
saw
Horner
and
Kerfoot
vainly
protest
against
the
attempt
.
"
By
God
,
I
'll
not
be
robbed
of
my
boat
by
any
storm
that
ever
blew
out
of
hell
!
"
he
shouted
,
and
though
we
four
stood
with
our
heads
together
that
we
might
hear
,
his
voice
seemed
faint
and
far
,
as
though
removed
from
us
an
immense
distance
.
"
Mr.
Van
Weyden
!
"
he
cried
,
and
I
heard
through
the
tumult
as
one
might
hear
a
whisper
.
"
Stand
by
that
jib
with
Johnson
and
Oofty
!
The
rest
of
you
tail
aft
to
the
mainsheet
!
Lively
now
!
or
I
'll
sail
you
all
into
Kingdom
Come
!
Understand
?
"
And
when
he
put
the
wheel
hard
over
and
the
Ghost
's
bow
swung
off
,
there
was
nothing
for
the
hunters
to
do
but
obey
and
make
the
best
of
a
risky
chance
.
How
great
the
risk
I
realized
when
I
was
once
more
buried
beneath
the
pounding
seas
and
clinging
for
life
to
the
pinrail
at
the
foot
of
the
foremast
.
My
fingers
were
torn
loose
,
and
I
swept
across
to
the
side
and
over
the
side
into
the
sea
.
I
could
not
swim
,
but
before
I
could
sink
I
was
swept
back
again
.
A
strong
hand
gripped
me
,
and
when
the
Ghost
finally
emerged
,
I
found
that
I
owed
my
life
to
Johnson
.
I
saw
him
looking
anxiously
about
him
,
and
noted
that
Kelly
,
who
had
come
forward
at
the
last
moment
,
was
missing
.
This
time
,
having
missed
the
boat
,
and
not
being
in
the
same
position
as
in
the
previous
instances
,
Wolf
Larsen
was
compelled
to
resort
to
a
different
manoeuvre
.
Running
off
before
the
wind
with
everything
to
starboard
,
he
came
about
,
and
returned
close-hauled
on
the
port
tack
.
"
Grand
!
"
Johnson
shouted
in
my
ear
,
as
we
successfully
came
through
the
attendant
deluge
,
and
I
knew
he
referred
,
not
to
Wolf
Larsen
's
seamanship
,
but
to
the
performance
of
the
Ghost
herself
.
