? ? ? ? The steerage, where were two wounded hunters, was a repetition of the forecastle, except that Wolf Larsen was not being cursed; and it was with a great relief that I again emerged on deck and went aft to the cabin. Supper was ready, and Wolf Larsen and Maud were waiting for me.
? ? ? ? While all his ship was getting drunk as fast as it could, Larsen remained sober. Not a drop of liquor passed his lips.
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