Морський вовк

Chapter 2

           "MynameisJohnson,notYonson,"hesaid,inverygood,thoughslow,English,withnomorethanashadeofaccenttoit.

           Therewasmildprotestinhispaleblueeyes,andwithalatimidfranknessandmanlinessthatquitewonmetohim.

           "Thankyou,Mr.Johnson,"Icorrected,andreachedoutmyhandforhis.

           Hehesitated,awkwardandbashful,shiftedhisweightfromonelegtotheother,thenblunderinglygrippedmyhandinaheartyshake.

           "HaveyouanydryclothesImayputon?"Iaskedthecook.

           "Yes,sir,"heanswered,withcheerfulalacrity."I’llrundownan’tykealookovermykit,ifyou’venoobjections,sir,towearin’mythings."

           Hedivedoutofthegalleydoor,orglidedrather,withaswiftnessandsmoothnessofgaitthatstruckmeasbeingnotsomuchcat-likeasoily.Infact,thisoiliness,orgreasiness,asIwaslatertolearn,wasprobablythemostsalientexpressionofhispersonality.

           "AndwhereamI?"IaskedJohnson,whomItook,andrightly,tobeoneofthesailors."Whatvesselisthis,andwhereisshebound?"

           "OfftheFarallones,headingaboutsou-west,"heanswered,slowlyandmethodically,asthoughgropingforhisbestEnglish,andrigidlyobservingtheorderofmyqueries."TheschoonerGhost,boundseal-huntingtoJapan."

           "Andwhoisthecaptain?ImustseehimassoonasIamdressed."

           Johnsonlookedpuzzledandembarrassed.Hehesitatedwhilehegropedinhisvocabularyandframedacompleteanswer.

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