Морський вовк

Chapter 3

           "Givehimhellforme!"cameafinalcry,andthetwomenwavedtheirarmsinfarewell.

           Ileaneddespairinglyovertherail,watchingthetrimlittleschoonerswiftlyincreasingthebleaksweepofoceanbetweenus.AndshewouldprobablybeinSanFranciscoinfiveorsixhours!Myheadseemedbursting.Therewasanacheinmythroatasthoughmyheartwereupinit.Acurlingwavestruckthesideandsplashedsaltsprayonmylips.Thewindpuffedstrongly,andtheGhostheeledfarover,buryingherleerail.Icouldhearthewaterrushingdownuponthedeck.

           WhenIturnedaround,amomentlater,Isawthecabin-boystaggeringtohisfeet.Hisfacewasghastlywhite,twitchingwithsuppressedpain.Helookedverysick.

           "Well,Leach,areyougoingfor’ard?"WolfLarsenasked.

           "Yes,sir,"cametheanswerofaspiritcowed.

           "Andyou?"Iwasasked.

           "I’llgiveyouathousand"Ibegan,butwasinterrupted.

           "Stowthat!Areyougoingtotakeupyourdutiesascabin-boy?OrdoIhavetotakeyouinhand?"

           WhatwasItodo?Tobebrutallybeaten,tobekilledperhaps,wouldnothelpmycase.Ilookedsteadilyintothecruelgreyeyes.Theymighthavebeengraniteforallthelightandwarmthofahumansoultheycontained.Onemayseethesoulstirinsomemen’seyes,buthiswerebleak,andcold,andgreyastheseaitself.

           "Well?"

           "Yes,"Isaid.

           "Say‘yes,sir.’"

           "Yes,sir,"Icorrected.

           "Whatisyourname?"

           "VanWeyden,sir."

           "Firstname?"

           "Humphrey,sir;HumphreyVanWeyden."

           "Age?"

           "Thirty-five,sir."

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