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He cant keep this up, Wolf Larsen said. Hell have to go back for the rest of his boats. Send a man to the wheel, Mr. Van Weyden, keep this course for the present, and you might as well set the watches, for we wont do any lingering to-night. Id give five hundred dollars, though, he added, just to be aboard the Macedonia for five minutes, listening to my brother curse. And now, Mr. Van Weyden, he said to me when he had been relieved from the wheel, we must make these new-comers welcome. Serve out plenty of whisky to the hunters and see that a few bottles slip forard. Ill wager every man Jack of them is over the side to- morrow, hunting for Wolf Larsen as contentedly as ever they hunted for Death Larsen. But wont they escape as Wainwright did? I asked. He laughed shrewdly. Not as long as our old hunters have anything to say about it. Im dividing amongst them a dollar a skin for all the skins shot by our new hunters. At least half of their enthusiasm to-day was due to that. Oh, no, there wont be any escaping if they have anything to say about it. And now youd better get forard to your hospital duties. There must be a full ward waiting for you. |
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