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? ? ? ? 'Hist, will ye!' Louis whispered to him. 'For the love iv your mother, hold your mouth!'

? ? ? ? But Johnson, looking on, still continued his grumbling.

? ? ? ? 'Look here,'- the hunter Standish spoke to Wolf Larsen,- 'that's my boat-puller, and I don't want to lose him.'

? ? ? ? 'That's all right, Standish,' was the reply. 'He's your boat-puller when you've got him in the boat, but he's my sailor when I have him aboard, and I'll do what I well please with him.'

? ? ? ? 'But that's no reason- ' Standish began in a torrent of speech.

? ? ? ? 'That'll do; easy as she goes,' Wolf Larsen counseled back. 'I've told you what's what, and let it stop at that. The man's mine, and I'll make soup of him and eat it if I want to.'

? ? ? ? There was an angry gleam in the hunter's eye, but he turned on his heel and entered the steerage companionway, where he remained, looking upward.


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