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? ? ? ? 'Yonson,' he began.

? ? ? ? 'My name is Johnson, sir,' the sailor boldly corrected.

? ? ? ? 'Well, Johnson, then,- you! Can you guess why I have sent for you?'

? ? ? ? 'Yes, and no, sir,' was the slow reply. 'My work is done well. The mate knows that, and you know it, sir. So there cannot be any complaint.'

? ? ? ? 'And is that all?' Wolf Larsen queried, his voice soft and low and purring.

? ? ? ? 'I know you have it in for me,' Johnson continued with his unalterable and ponderous slowness. 'You do not like me. You- you-'

? ? ? ? 'Go on,' Wolf Larsen prompted. 'Don't be afraid of my feelings.'

? ? ? ? 'I am not afraid,' the sailor retorted, a slight angry flush rising through his sunburn. 'You do not like me because I am too much of a man, that is why, sir.


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