Морской волк

Chapter 21

           Thefindisappeared.Thebellyflashedwhiteinswiftupwardrush.Almostequallyswift,butnotquite,wasWolfLarsen.Hethrewhisstrengthintoonetremendousjerk.TheCockney’sbodyleftthewater;sodidpartoftheshark’s.Hedrewuphislegs,andtheman-eaterseemednomorethanbarelytotouchonefoot,sinkingbackintothewaterwithasplash.ButatthemomentofcontactThomasMugridgecriedout.Thenhecameinlikeafresh-caughtfishonaline,clearingtherailgenerouslyandstrikingthedeckinaheap,onhandsandknees,androllingover.

           Butafountainofbloodwasgushingforth.Therightfootwasmissing,amputatedneatlyattheankle.IlookedinstantlytoMaudBrewster.Herfacewaswhite,hereyesdilatedwithhorror.Shewasgazing,notatThomasMugridge,butatWolfLarsen.Andhewasawareofit,forhesaid,withoneofhisshortlaughs:

           "Man-play,MissBrewster.Somewhatrougher,Iwarrant,thanwhatyouhavebeenusedto,butstill-man-play.Thesharkwasnotinthereckoning.It"

           Butatthisjuncture,Mugridge,whohadliftedhisheadandascertainedtheextentofhisloss,flounderedoveronthedeckandburiedhisteethinWolfLarsen’sleg.WolfLarsenstooped,coolly,totheCockney,andpressedwiththumbandfingerattherearofthejawsandbelowtheears.Thejawsopenedwithreluctance,andWolfLarsensteppedfree.

           "AsIwassaying,"hewenton,asthoughnothingunwontedhadhappened,"thesharkwasnotinthereckoning.

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