I thought it a certain silly fastidiousness on my part, but it persisted in spite of me, and I merely shrugged my shoulders in answer.
? ? ? ? Wolf Larsen pursed his lips in a long quizzical whistle.
? ? ? ? 'What's her name, then?' he demanded.
? ? ? ? 'I don't know,' I replied. 'She is asleep. She was very tired. In fact, I am waiting to hear the news from you. What vessel was it?'
? ? ? ? 'Mail-steamer,' he answered shortly. 'The City of Tokio, from 'Frisco, bound for Yokohama. Disabled in that typhoon. Old tub. Opened up top and bottom like a sieve. They were adrift four days. And you don't know who or what she is, eh- maid, wife, or widow? Well, well.'
? ? ? ? He shook his head in a bantering way and regarded me with laughing eyes.
? ? ? ? 'Are you- ' I began. It was on the verge of my tongue to ask if he were going to take the castaways in to Yokohama.
? ? ? ? 'Am I what?' he asked.
? ? ? ? 'What do you intend doing with Leach and Johnson?'
? ? ? ? He shook his head.
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