I came upon Kelly crouching in the lee of the forecastle scuttle, his head on his knees, his arms about his head, in an attitude of unutterable despondency.
? ? ? ? Johnson I found lying full-length on the forecastle head, staring at the troubled churn of the forefoot, and I remembered with horror the suggestion Wolf Larsen had made. It seemed likely to bear fruit. I tried to break in on the man's morbid thoughts by calling him away; but he smiled sadly at me, and refused to obey.
? ? ? ? Leach approached me as I returned aft.
? ? ? ? 'I want to ask a favor, Mr. Van Weyden,' he said. 'If it's yer luck to ever make 'Frisco once more, will you hunt up Matt McCarthy? He's my old man. He lives on the Hill, back of the Mayfair bakery, runnin' a cobbler's shop that everybody knows, an' you'll have no trouble. Tell him I lived to be sorry for the trouble I brought him an' the things I done, an'- an' just tell him "God bless him," for me.'
? ? ? ? I nodded my head, but said:
? ? ? ? 'We'll all win back to San Francisco, Leach, and you'll be with me when I go to see Matt McCarthy.
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