Морський вовк

Chapter 12

           "IsaywhatIthink,sir,"thesailoransweredcourageously,notfailingatthesametimeinshipcourtesy,whichdemandedthat"sir"beappendedtoeachspeechhemade.

           ItwasatthismomentthatIchancedtoglanceatJohansen.Hisbigfistswereclenchingandunclenching,andhisfacewaspositivelyfiendish,somalignantlydidhelookatJohnson.Inoticedablackdiscoloration,stillfaintlyvisible,underJohansen’seye,amarkofthethrashinghehadreceivedafewnightsbeforefromthesailor.ForthefirsttimeIbegantodivinethatsomethingterriblewasabouttobeenactedwhat,Icouldnotimagine.

           "Doyouknowwhathappenstomenwhosaywhatyou’vesaidaboutmyslop-chestandme?"WolfLarsenwasdemanding.

           "Iknow,sir,"wastheanswer.

           "What?"WolfLarsendemanded,sharplyandimperatively.

           "Whatyouandthematetherearegoingtodotome,sir."

           "Lookathim,Hump,"WolfLarsensaidtome,"lookatthisbitofanimateddust,thisaggregationofmatterthatmovesandbreathesanddefiesmeandthoroughlybelievesitselftobecompoundedofsomethinggood;thatisimpressedwithcertainhumanfictionssuchasrighteousnessandhonesty,andthatwillliveuptotheminspiteofallpersonaldiscomfortsandmenaces.Whatdoyouthinkofhim,Hump?Whatdoyouthinkofhim?"

           "Ithinkthatheisabettermanthanyouare,"Ianswered,impelled,somehow,withadesiretodrawuponmyselfaportionofthewrathIfeltwasabouttobreakuponhishead.

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