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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

'They woke me up with their barking, or I'd be sleeping yet. I heard them when I drove in last night. They were the first warning that I was on a lee shore. It's a rookery, the kind of a thing I've hunted for years. Thanks to my brother Death, I've lighted on a fortune. It's a mint. What's its bearings?'


? ? ? ? 'Haven't the least idea,' I said. 'But you ought to know quite closely. What were your last observations?'


? ? ? ? He smiled, but did not answer.


? ? ? ? 'Well, where are all hands?' I asked him. 'How does it come that you are alone?'


? ? ? ? I was prepared for him again to set aside my question, and was surprised at the readiness of his reply.


? ? ? ? 'My brother got me inside forty-eight hours, and through no fault of mine. Boarded me in the night, with only the watch on deck. Hunters went back on me. He gave them a bigger lay. Heard him offering it. Did it right before me. Of course the crew gave me the go-by. That was to be expected. All hands went over the side, and there I was, marooned on my own vessel.


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