? ? ? ? 'Now get that sail down and come alongside!' Wolf Larsen ordered.
? ? ? ? He never let go his rifle, even passing down the tackles with one hand. When they were fast, bow and stern, and the two uninjured men prepared to come aboard, the hunter picked up his rifle as if to place it in a secure position.
? ? ? ? 'Drop it!' Wolf Larsen cried, and the hunter dropped it as though it were hot and had burned him.
? ? ? ? Once aboard, the two prisoners hoisted in the boat, and under Wolf Larsen's direction carried the wounded boat-steerer down into the forecastle.
? ? ? ? 'If our five boats do as well as you and I have done, we'll have a pretty full crew,' Wolf Larsen said to me.
? ? ? ? 'The man you shot- he is- I hope?' Maud Brewster quavered.
? ? ? ? 'In the shoulder,' he answered. 'Nothing serious. Mr. Van Weyden will pull him around as good as ever in three or four weeks'.
? ? ? ? 'But he won't pull those chaps around, from the look of it,' he added, pointing at the Macedonia's third boat, for which I had been steering and which was now nearly abreast of us.
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