Морський вовк

Chapter 12

           "Whydon’tyoucomedownandkillme,youmurderer?Youcandoit!Iain’tafraid!There’snoonetostopyou!Damnsightbetterdeadandoutayourreachthanaliveandinyourclutches!Comeon,youcoward!Killme!Killme!Killme!"

           ItwasatthisstagethatThomasMugridge’serraticsoulbroughthimintothescene.Hehadbeenlisteningatthegalleydoor,buthenowcameout,ostensiblytoflingsomescrapsovertheside,butobviouslytoseethekillinghewascertainwouldtakeplace.HesmirkedgreasilyupintothefaceofWolfLarsen,whoseemednottoseehim.ButtheCockneywasunabashed,thoughmad,starkmad.HeturnedtoLeach,saying:

           "Suchlangwidge!Shockin’!"

           Leach’sragewasnolongerimpotent.Hereatlastwassomethingreadytohand.AndforthefirsttimesincethestabbingtheCockneyhadappearedoutsidethegalleywithouthisknife.ThewordshadbarelylefthismouthwhenhewasknockeddownbyLeach.Threetimeshestruggledtohisfeet,strivingtogainthegalley,andeachtimewasknockeddown.

           "Oh,Lord!"hecried."‘Elp!‘Elp!Tyke’imaw’y,carn’tyer?Tyke’imaw’y!"

           Thehunterslaughedfromsheerrelief.Tragedyhaddwindled,thefarcehadbegun.Thesailorsnowcrowdedboldlyaft,grinningandshuffling,towatchthepummellingofthehatedCockney.AndevenIfeltagreatjoysurgeupwithinme.IconfessthatIdelightedinthisbeatingLeachwasgivingtoThomasMugridge,thoughitwasasterrible,almost,astheoneMugridgehadcausedtobegiventoJohnson.

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