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Show ' " i - CoayRMr gj- JACKLrNPON-"' " SYNOPSIS. 14 Humphrey Van Weyden. critic ana dilettante, dilet-tante, finds himself aboard the sealing chooner Ghost, Captain Wolf larsen, hound to Japan waters. The captain makes him cabin boy "tor the good of his mul" The cockney cook, MugTidge, jteals his money. Cooky Is jealous of Hump an3 hazes hiru. Wolf hazes a seaman sea-man and makes It the basis for a philosophic- discussion with Hump. Cooky nd Hump whet knives at each other. Hump's Intimacy with Wolf Increases. Wolf sketches the story of his life, dismisses dis-misses the Bible and Omar, and Illustrates Illus-trates the Instinctive love of Ufe by choking chok-ing Hump nearly to death. A carnival of brutality breaks loose In the ship. Wolf proves himself the master brute. Is knock-id knock-id overboard and wins clear In a fi?ht in be forecastle. Hump dresses Wolf's wounds and, despite his protest. Is made irate on the hell-ship. Mr. Van Weyden tries to learn his duties as mate. Van Weyden proves by his conduct in a blow. Kith all hands out In the boats among: the seal herd, that he has learned "to itand on his own !eg." Two men desert tne vessel in one of the small boats. A youn? woman and four men. survivors of i steamer wreck, are rescued from a mall boat The deserters are sighted, but Wolf stands away and leaves them to drown. Maude Brewster, the rescued girl, and Van Weyden find they know each other's work. They talk together of a world alien to Wolf. Maude sees Mugridfe towed overside in a bowline to give him a bath. CHAPTER XIX Continued. JIugridge had heard the Kanaka's (taming cry and was screaming madly. mad-ly. I could see a black fin cutting the water and making for him with greater swiftness than he was being pulled aboard. It was an even toss whether the shark or we would get him, and It was a matter of moments. When Mugridge was directly beneath us, the stern descended the slope of a passing wave, ftus giving the advantage advan-tage to the shark. Wolf Larsen threw Ms strength into one tremendous jerk. The cockney's body left the water; so did part of the shark's. He drew up his legs, and the man-eater seemed no more than barely to touch one foot, sinking back into the water with a iplash. But at the moment of contact con-tact Thomas Mugridge cried out. Then he came in like a fresh-caught fish on a line, clearing the rail generously gen-erously and striking the deck in a leap, on hands and knees, and rolling over. But a fountain of blood was gushing gush-ing forth. The right foot was missing, miss-ing, amputated neatly at the ankle. I looked instantly to Maud Brewster. Her face was white, her eyes dilated with horror. She was gazing, not at Thomas Mugridge, but at Wolf Larsen. And he was aware of it, for he said, with one of his short laughs: "Man-play, Miss Brewster. Somewhat Some-what rougher, I warrant, than what you have been used to, but still man-P'ay. man-P'ay. The shark was not in the reckoning, reck-oning, it" But at this juncture, Mugridge, who kad lifted his head and ascertained te extent of his loss, floundered over a the deck and buried his teeth in Wolf Larsen'8 leg. Wolf Larsen stooped, coolly, to the cockney, and Pressed with thumb and finger at the fcar of the jaws and below the ears. The jawa opened with reluctance, and Wolf Larsen stepped free. "As I was saying," he went on, as 'hough nothing unwonted had happened, hap-pened, . "the shark was not in the reckoning. It was ahem shall we y Frovidence?" I ' We walked to the break of the poop, "here she turned and faced me. 1 synced around to see that no one was "Ithin hearing distance. "What is it?" I asked gently; but toe expression of determination on her w did not relax. "I can readily understand," she be-"that be-"that this morning's affair was UrSely an accident; but I have been "ting with Mr. Haskins. He tells that the day we were rescued, even while I was in the cabin, two men "We drowned, deliberately drowned Ordered." There was a query in her voice, and 6 faced me accusingly, as though I ere guilty of the deed, or at least a rty to it. The information is quite correct," swered. "The two men were mur-wred." mur-wred." "And you permitted it!" she cried. 1 was unable to prevent it, is a ' way of phrasing it," I replied, '"j1 Kently. But you tried to prevent it?" There an emphasis on the "tried," and JJeading little note in her voice. On. but you didn't," she hurried J; divining my answer. "But why 'Wa't you?" I ' !"'"gged my shoulders. "You k femember. Miss Brewster, that re a aew inhabitant of this little j 6 world, and that you do not yet understand under-stand the laws which operate within it. You bring with you certain fine conceptions of humanity, manhood, conduct, and such things; but here you find them misconceptions. I have found it so," I added, with an involuntary invol-untary sigh. She shook her head incredulously. "What would you advise, then?" I asked. "That I should take a knife, or a gun or an ax, and kill this man?" She half started back. "No, not that!" "Then what should I do? Kill myself?" my-self?" "You speak in purely materialistic terms," she objected. "There is such a thing as moral courage, and moral courage is never without effect." "Ah," I smiled, "you advise me to kill neither him nor myself, but to let him kill me." I held up my ha,nd as she was about to speak. "For moral mor-al courage is a worthless asset on this little floating world. Leach, one of the men who were murdered, had moral courage to an unusual degree. So had the other man, Johnson. Not only did it not stand them in good stead, but it destroyed them. And so with me if I should exercise what little moral courage I may possess. "You must understand, Miss Brewster, Brew-ster, and understand clearly, that this man is a monster. He is without conscience. con-science. Nothing is sacred to him, nothing is too terrible for him to do. It was due to his whim that I was detained de-tained aboard in the first place. It is due to his whim that I am still alive. I do nothing, can do nothing, because I am a slave to this monster, as you are now a slave to him; because I desire de-sire to live, as you will desire to live; because I cannot fight and overcome him, just as you will not be able to fight and overcome him." She waited for me to go on. "Dispense with all the moral courage cour-age you can," I said briskly. "Don't arouse this man's animosity. Be quite friendly with him, talk with him, discuss dis-cuss literature and art with him he is fond of such things. You will find him an interested listener and no fool. And for your own sake try to avoid ' ' " L-l" Wolf Larsen Had Separated From Latimer Lat-imer and Was Coming Toward Us. witnessing, as much as you can, the brutalities of the ship. It will make it easier for you to act your part." "I am to lie," she said in steady, rebellious tones, "by speech and action ac-tion to lie." Wolf Larsen had separated from Latimer and was coming toward us. I was desperate. "Please, please understand me," I said hurriedly, lowering my voice. "All your experience of men and things is worthless here. You have already managed me with your eyes, commanded com-manded me with them. But don't try It on Wolf Larsen. You could as easily eas-ily control a lion, while he would make a mock of you. He would I have always been proud of the fact that I discovered him," I said, turning the conversation as Wolf Larsen stepped on the poop and joined us. "The editors edi-tors were afraid of him and the publishers pub-lishers would have none of him. But I knew, and his gonius and my judgment judg-ment were vindicated when he made that magnificent hit with his 'Forge.' " "And it was a newspaper poem," she said glibly. "It did happen to see the light la a newspaper," I replied, "but not because be-cause the magazine editors had been denied a glimpse at it." "We were talking of Harris," I said to Wolf Larsen. "Oh, yes," he acknowledged. "I remember re-member the 'Forge.' Filled with pretty pret-ty sentiments and an almighty faith in human illusions. By the way, Mr. Van Weyden, you'd better look In on Cooky. He's complaining and restless." Thus was I bluntly dismissed from the poop, only to find Mugridge sleeping sleep-ing soundly from the morphine I had given him. I made no haste to return on deck, and when I did I was gratified grati-fied to see Miss Brewster in animated conversation with Wolf Larsen. As I say, the sight gratified me. She was following my advice. And yet I was conscious of a slight shock or hurt in that she was able to do the thing I had begged her to do and which she had notably disliked. CHAPTER XX. Brave winds, blowing fair, swiftly drove the Ghost northward into the seal herd. The hunting was perilous; but the boats, lowered day after day, were swallowed up in the gray obscurity, ob-scurity, and were seen no more till nightfall, and often not till long after, when they would creep in like sea wraiths, one by one, out -of the gray. Wainwright, the hunter whom Wolf Larsen had stolen with boat and men, took advantage of the veiled sea and escaped. He disappeared one morning morn-ing in the encircling fog with his two men, and we never saw them again, though it was not many days when we learned that they had passed from schooner to schooner until they finally regained their own. I had read sea romances in my time, wherein figured, as a matter of course, the lone woman in the midst of a shipload ship-load of men; but I learned, now, that I had never comprehended the deeper significance of such a situation the thing the writers harped upon and exploited ex-ploited so thoroughly. And here it was, now, and I was face to face with it. That it should be as vital as possible, pos-sible, it required no more than that the woman should be Maud Brewster, who now charmed me in person as she had long charmed me through her work. She was in striking contrast to Wolf Larsen. Each was nothing that the other was, everything that the other was not. I noted them walking the deck together one morning, and I likened them to the extreme ends of the human ladder of evolution the one the culmination of all savagery, the other the finished product of the finest civilization. But this day, as I noted them pacing pac-ing up and down, I saw that it was she who terminated the walk. It was in his eyes that I saw the cause of her perturbation. Ordinarily gray and cold and harsh, they were now warm and soft and golden, and all adance with the tiny lights that dimmed and faded, or welled up till the full orbs were flooded with a glowing radiance. Perhaps it was to this that the golden color was due; but golden his eyes were, enticing and masterful, at the same time luring and compelling, and speaking a demand and clamor of the blood which no woman, much less Maud Brewster, could misunderstand. Her own terror rushed upon me, and in that moment of fear, the most terrible fear a man can experience, I knew that in inexpressible ways she was dear to me. The knowledge that I loved her rushed upon me with the terror, and with both emotions gripping grip-ping at my heart and causing my blood at the same time to chill and leap riotously, I felt myself drawn by a power without me and beyond me, and found my eyes returning against my will to gaze into the eyes of Wolf Larsen. But he had recovered himself. The golden color and the dancing lights were gone. Cold and gray and glittering they were as he bowed brusquely and turned away. "I am afraid," she whispered, with a shiver. "I am so afraid." I, too, was afraid, and what of my discovery of how much she meant to me my mind was in a turmoil; but I succeeded in answering quite calmly: "All will come right, Miss Brewster. Trust me, it will come right." She answered with a grateful little smile that sent my heart pounding, and started to descend the companion stairs. For a long while I remained standing stand-ing where, she had left me. . There was imperative need to adjust myself, my-self, to consider the significance of the changed aspect of things. It had come, at last, love had come, when I least expected It and under the most forbidding conditions. Of course, my philosophy had always recognized the inevitableness of the love call sooner or later; but long years of bookish silence had made me inattentive and unprepared. And now it had come! In what could have been no less than an ecstasy, I left my post at the head of the companionway and started along the deck, murmuring to myself those beautiful lines of Mrs. Browning: I lived with visions for my company InKfead of men and women years ago. And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know A sweeter music than they played to me. But the sweeter music was playing in my ears, and I was blind and oblivious ob-livious to all. about me. The sharp voice of Wolf Larsen aroused me. "What the hell are you up to?" he was demanding. I had strayed forward where the sailors were painting, and I came to myself to find my advancing foot on the verge of overturning a paint pot. "Sleep-walking, sunstroke, what?" he barked. "No; indigestion," I retorted, and continued my walk as if nothing untoward un-toward had occurred. At the midday dinner, Wolf Larsen informed the hunters that they were to eat henceforth in the steerage. It was an unprecedented thing on sealing schooners, where It is the custom for the hunters to rank unofficially as officers. of-ficers. He gave no reason, but his mo- "Anything to Say?" He Demanded Aggressively. Ag-gressively. tive was obvious enough. Horner and Smoke had been displaying a gallantry toward Maud Brewster, ludicrous in itself it-self and inoffensive to her, but to him evidently distasteful. The announcement was received with black silence, though the other four hunters glanced significantly at the two who had been the cause of their banishment. Jock Horner, quiet as was his way, gave no sign; but the blood surged darkly across Smoke's forehead, and he half opened his mouth to speak. Wolf Larsen was watching him, waitjng for him, the steely glitter in his eyes. "Anything to say?" he demanded aggressively. ag-gressively. It was a challenge, but Smoke refused re-fused to accept it. "About what?" he asked, so innocently inno-cently that Wolf Larsen was disconcerted, discon-certed, while the others smiled. "Oh, nothing," Wolf Larsen said lamely. "I just thought you might want to register a kick." "About what?" asked the imperturbable imperturb-able Smoke. Smoke's mates were now smiling broadly. His captain could have killed him, and I doubt not that blood would have flowed had not Maud Brewster been present. For that matter, it was her presence which enabled Smoke to act as he did. He was too discreet and cautious a man to incur Larsen's anger at a time when that anger could be expressed In terms stronger than words. I was in fear that a struggle strug-gle might take place, but a cry from the helmsman made it easy for the situation to save itself. "Smoke ho!" the cry came down the open companionway. "How's It bear?" Wolf Larsen called up. "Dead astern, sir." "Maybe it's a Russian," suggested Latimer. His words brought anxiety Into the faces of the other hunters. A Russian Rus-sian could mean but one thing a cruiser. The hunters, never more than roughly aware of the position of the ship, nevertheless knew that we were close to the boundaries of the forbidden sea, while Wolf Larsen's record rec-ord as a poacher was notorious. All eyes centered upon him. "We're dead safe," he assured them with a laugh. "No salt mines this time, Smoke. But I'll tell you what I'll lay odds of five to one It's the Macedonia." No one accepted his offer and he went on. "In which event, I'll lay ten to one there's trouble breezing up." "No, thank you," Latimer spoke up. "I don't object to losing my money, but I like to get a run for it, anyway. There never was a time when thero wasn't trouble when you and that brother of yours got together, and I'll lay twenty to one on that." (TO BE CONTINUED.) |