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? ? ? ? 'Leach,' he said, 'you know I'm going to kill you sometime or other, don't you?'

? ? ? ? A snarl was the answer.

? ? ? ? 'And as for you, Johnson, you'll get so tired of life before I'm through with you that you'll fling yourself over the side. See if you don't.'

? ? ? ? 'That's suggestion,' he added, in an aside to me. 'I'll bet you a month's pay he acts upon it.'

? ? ? ? I had cherished a hope that his victims would find an opportunity to escape while filling our water-barrels, but Wolf Larsen had selected his spot well. The Ghost lay half a mile beyond the surf-line of a lonely beach. Here debouched a deep gorge, with precipitous, volcanic walls which no man could scale. And here, under his direct supervision,- for he went ashore himself,- Leach and Johnson filled the small casks and rolled them down to the beach. They had no chance to make a break for liberty in one of the boats.


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