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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

But he had lost his nerve. Unsafe as was his present position, he was loath to forsake it for the more unsafe position on the halyards.


? ? ? ? He looked along the airy path he must traverse, and then down to the deck. His eyes were wide and staring, and he was trembling violently. I had never seen fear so strongly stamped upon a human face. Johansen called vainly for him to come down. At any moment he was liable to be snapped off the gaff, but he was helpless with fright. Wolf Larsen, walking up and down with Smoke and in conversation, took no more notice of him, though he cried sharply, once, to the man at the wheel:


? ? ? ? 'You're off your course, my man! Be careful, unless you're looking for trouble.'


? ? ? ? 'Aye, aye, sir,' the helmsman responded, putting a couple of spokes down.


? ? ? ? He had been guilty of running the Ghost several points off her course, in order that what little wind there was should fill the foresail and hold it steady. He had striven to help the unfortunate Harrison at the risk of incurring Wolf Larsen's anger.


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