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? ? ? ? 'All hands! We've got him! We've got him!' I could hear Leach crying.

? ? ? ? 'Who?' asked those who had been asleep.

? ? ? ? 'It's the bloody mate!' was Leach's crafty answer. The words were strained from him in a smothered sort of way.

? ? ? ? This was greeted with whoops of joy, and from then on Wolf Larsen had seven strong men on top of him, Louis, I believe, taking no part in it. The forecastle was like an angry hive of bees.

? ? ? ? 'What's the row there?' I heard Latimer shout down the scuttle, too cautious to descend into the inferno.

? ? ? ? 'Won't somebody get a knife?' Leach pleaded in the first interval of comparative silence.

? ? ? ? The number of the assailants was a cause of confusion. They blocked their own efforts, while Wolf Larsen, with but a single purpose, achieved his. This was to fight his way across the floor to the ladder.


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