"No need to be," I gulped."It does me good.There's too much of the schoolboy in me.All of which is neither here nor there.What we've got to do is actually and literally to clear that raffle.If you'll come with me in the boat, we'll get to work and straighten things out.""`When the topmen clear the raffle with their clasp-knives in their teeth,'" she quoted at me; and for the rest of the afternoon we made merry over our labor.
Her task was to hold the boat in position while I worked at the tangle.
And such a tangle -- halyards, sheets, guys, downhauls, shrouds, stays, all washed about and back and forth and through, and twined and knotted by the sea.I cut no more than was necessary, and what with passing the long ropes under and around the booms and masts, of unreeving the halyards and sheets, of coiling down in the boat and uncoiling in order to pass through another knot in the bight, I was soon wet to the skin.
The sails did require some cutting, and the canvas, heavy with water, tried my strength severely; but I succeeded before nightfall in getting it all spread out on the beach to dry.We were both very tired when we knocked off for supper, and we had done good work, too, though to the eye it appeared insignificant.
Next morning, with Maud as able assistant, I went into the hold of the Ghost to clear the steps of the mast-butts.We had no more than begun work when the sound of my knocking and hammering brought Wolf Larsen.
"Hello below!" he cried down the open hatch.
The sound of his voice made Maud quickly draw close to me, as for protection, and she rested one hand on my arm while we parleyed.
"Hello on deck," I replied."Good morning to you.""What are you doing down there?" he demanded."Trying to scuttle my ship for me?""Quite the opposite; I'm repairing her," was my answer.
"But what in thunder are you repairing?" There was puzzlement in his voice.
"Why, I'm getting everything ready for restepping the masts," replied easily, as though it were the ******st project imaginable.
"It seems as though you're standing on your own legs at last, Hump,"we heard him say; and then for some time he was silent.
"But I say, Hump," he called down, "you can't do it.""Oh, yes, I can," I retorted."I'm doing it now.""But this is my vessel, my particular property.What if forbid you?""You forget," I replied."You are no longer the biggest bit of the ferment.
You were, once, and able to eat me, as you were pleased to phrase it; but there has been a diminishing, and I am now able to eat you.The yeast has grown stale."He gave a short, disagreeable laugh."I see you're working my philosophy back on me for all it is worth.But don't make the mistake of underestimating me.For your own good I warn you.""Since when have you become a philanthropist?" I queried."Confess, now, in warning me for my own good, that you are very inconsistent."He ignored my sarca**, saying, "Suppose I clap the hatch on, now? You won't fool me as you did in the lazarette.""Wolf Larsen," I said sternly, for the first time addressing him by this his most familiar name, "I am unable to shoot a helpless, unresisting man.You have proved that to my satisfaction as well as yours.But I warn you now, and not so much for your own good as for mine, that I shall shoot you the moment you attempt a hostile act.I can shoot you now, as I stand here; and if you are so minded, just go ahead and try to clap on the hatch.""Nevertheless, I forbid you, I distinctly forbid your tampering with my ship.""But, man!" I expostulated, "you advance the fact that it is your ship as though it were a moral right.You have never considered moral rights in your dealings with others.You surely do not dream that I'll consider them in dealing with you?"I had stepped underneath the open hatchway so that I could see him.
The lack of expression on his face, so different from when I had watched him unseen, was enhanced by the unblinking, staring eyes.It was not a pleasant face to look upon.
"And none so poor, not even Hump, to do him reverence," he sneered.
The sneer was wholly in his voice.His face remained expressionless as ever.
"How do you do, Miss Brewster," he said suddenly, after a pause.
I started.She had made no noise whatever, had not even moved.Could it be that some glimmer of vision remained to him? or that his vision was coming back?
"How do you do, Captain Larsen," she answered."Pray, how did you know I was here?""Heard you breathing, of course.I say, Hump's improving, don't you think so?""I don't know," she answered, smiling at me."I have never seen him otherwise.""You should have seen him before, then."
"Wolf Larsen, in large doses," I murmured, "before and after taking.""I want to tell you again, Hump," he said threateningly, "that you'd better leave things alone.""But don't you care to escape as well as we?" I asked incredulously.
"No," was his answer."I intend dying here.""Well, we don't," I concluded defiantly, beginning again my knocking and hammering.
