If anything's going to run us down, we couldn't get out of its way. Turn in, all hands, and get some sleep.'
? ? ? ? The sailors slipped forward, setting the side-lights as they went, while the two hunters remained to sleep in the cabin, it not being deemed advisable to open the slide to the steerage companionway. Wolf Larsen and I, between us, cut off Kerfoot's crushed finger and sewed up the stump. Mugridge, who, during all the time he had been compelled to cook and serve coffee and keep the fire going, had complained of internal pains, now swore that he had a broken rib or two. On examination we found that he had three. But his case was deferred to next day, principally for the reason that I did not know anything about broken ribs, and would first have to read it up.
? ? ? ? 'I don't think it was worth it,' I said to Wolf Larsen, 'a broken boat for Kelly's life.'
? ? ? ? 'But Kelly didn't amount to much,' was the reply. 'Good night.'
? ? ? ? After all that had passed, suffering intolerable anguish in my finger-ends, and with three boats missing, to say nothing of the wild capers the Ghost was cutting, I would have thought it impossible to sleep.
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