Морський вовк

Chapter 17

           Hisfacewasstern,thelinesofithadgrownhard,andyetinhiseyesblue,clearbluethisdaytherewasastrangebrilliancy,abrightscintillatinglight.Itstruckmethathewasjoyous,inaferocioussortofway;thathewasgladtherewasanimpendingstruggle;thathewasthrilledandupbornewithknowledgethatoneofthegreatmomentsofliving,whenthetideoflifesurgesupinflood,wasuponhim.

           Once,andunwittingthathedidsoorthatIsaw,helaughedaloud,mockinglyanddefiantly,attheadvancingstorm.IseehimyetstandingtherelikeapigmyoutoftheArabianNightsbeforethehugefrontofsomemalignantgenie.Hewasdaringdestiny,andhewasunafraid.

           Hewalkedtothegalley."Cooky,bythetimeyou’vefinishedpotsandpansyou’llbewantedondeck.Standreadyforacall."

           "Hump,"hesaid,becomingcognizantofthefascinatedgazeIbentuponhim,"thisbeatswhiskyandiswhereyourOmarmisses.Ithinkheonlyhalflivedafterall."

           Thewesternhalfoftheskyhadbynowgrownmurky.Thesunhaddimmedandfadedoutofsight.Itwastwointheafternoon,andaghostlytwilight,shotthroughbywanderingpurplishlights,haddescendeduponus.InthispurplishlightWolfLarsen’sfaceglowedandglowed,andtomyexcitedfancyheappearedencircledbyahalo.Welayinthemidstofanunearthlyquiet,whileallaboutusweresignsandomensofoncomingsoundandmovement.Thesultryheathadbecomeunendurable.Thesweatwasstandingonmyforehead,andIcouldfeelittricklingdownmynose.

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