You should have seen him when he came on board. A more scrawny, pitiful specimen of humanity one could hardly conceive. Isn't that so, Kerfoot?'
? ? ? ? Kerfoot, thus directly addressed, was startled into dropping his knife on the floor, though he managed to grunt affirmation.
? ? ? ? 'Developed himself by peeling potatoes and washing dishes. Eh, Kerfoot?'
? ? ? ? Again that worthy grunted.
? ? ? ? 'Look at him now. True, he is not what you would term muscular, but still he has muscles, which is more than he had when he came aboard. Also, he has legs to stand on. You would not think so to look at him, but he was quite unable to stand alone at first.'
? ? ? ? The hunters were snickering, but she looked at me with a sympathy in her eyes which more than compensated for Wolf Larsen's nastiness. In truth, it had been so long since I had received sympathy that I was softened, and I became then, and gladly, her willing slave. But I was angry with Wolf Larsen. He was challenging my manhood with his slurs, challenging the very legs he claimed to be instrumental in getting for me.
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