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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

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? ? ? ? 'He ain't down here!' said Parsons.


? ? ? ? 'Yes, he is,' I said, sliding out of the bunk and striving my hardest to keep my voice steady and bold.


? ? ? ? The sailors looked at me in consternation. Fear was strong in their faces, and the devilishness which comes of fear.


? ? ? ? 'I'm coming!' I shouted up to Latimer.


? ? ? ? 'No, you don't!' Kelly cried, stepping between me and the ladder, his right hand shaped into a veritable strangler's clutch. 'You sneak! I'll shut yer mouth!'


? ? ? ? 'Let him go!' Leach commanded.


? ? ? ? 'Not on yer life!' was the angry retort.


? ? ? ? Leach never changed his position on the edge of the bunk. 'Let him go, I say,' he repeated, but this time his voice was gritty and metallic.


? ? ? ? The Irishman wavered. I made to step by him, and he stood aside. When I had gained the ladder I turned to the circle of brutal and malignant faces peering at me through the semi-darkness.


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