Gallery eBooks

? ? ? ? 'And they made themselves many inventions-' I began merrily, then paused to sniff the air.

? ? ? ? I looked hastily at the lantern. It was not smoking. Again I sniffed.

? ? ? ? 'Something is burning,' Maud said with sudden conviction.

? ? ? ? We sprang together for the ladder, but I raced past her to the deck. A dense volume of smoke was pouring out of the steerage companionway.

? ? ? ? 'The Wolf is not yet dead,' I muttered to myself as I sprang down through the smoke.

? ? ? ? It was so thick in the confined space that I was compelled to feel my way; and, so potent was the spell of Wolf Larsen on my imagination, I was quite prepared for the helpless giant to grip my neck in a stranglehold. I hesitated, the desire to race back and up the steps to the deck almost overpowering me. Then I recollected Maud. The vision of her, as I had last seen her, in the lantern-light of the schooner's hold, her brown eyes warm and moist with joy, flashed before me, and I knew that I could not go back.


Pages:
497 498 499 500 501 502 503 504 505 506 507 508 509 510 511 512 513 514 515 516 517 518 519 520 521