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? ? ? ? 'Those cursed hunters!' was his comment. 'Too fat and lazy to stand a four-hour watch.'

? ? ? ? But on the forecastle head we found three sailors asleep. He turned them over and looked at their faces. They composed the watch on deck, and it was the ship's custom, in good weather, to let the watch sleep, with the exception of the officer, the helmsman, and the lookout.

? ? ? ? 'Who's lookout?' he demanded.

? ? ? ? 'Me, sir,' answered Holyoak, one of the deep-water sailors, a slight tremor in his voice. 'I winked off just this very minute, sir. I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again.'

? ? ? ? 'Did you hear or see anything on deck?'

? ? ? ? 'No, sir; I-'

? ? ? ? But Wolf Larsen had turned away with a snort of disgust, leaving the sailor rubbing his eyes with surprise at having been let off so easily.

? ? ? ? 'Softly, now,' Wolf Larsen warned me in a whisper, as he doubled his body into the forecastle scuttle and prepared to descend.


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