? ? ? ? 'But there is Captain Larsen,' she objected.
? ? ? ? 'Blind and helpless,' I answered promptly, waving him aside as a straw.
? ? ? ? 'But those terrible hands of his! You know how he leaped across the opening of the lazaret.'
? ? ? ? 'And you know also how I crept about and avoided him,' I contended gaily.
? ? ? ? 'And lost your shoes.'
? ? ? ? 'You'd hardly expect him to avoid Wolf Larsen without my feet inside of them.'
? ? ? ? We both laughed, and then went seriously to work constructing the plan whereby we were to step the masts of the Ghost and return to the world. I remembered hazily the physics of my schooldays, while the last few months had given me practical experience with mechanical purchases. I must say, though, when we walked down to the Ghost to inspect more closely the task before us, that the sight of the great masts lying in the water almost disheartened me. Where were we to begin? If there had been one mast standing, something high up to which to fasten blocks and tackles! But there was nothing.
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