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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

Perhaps she had gone up. As I stood there, hesitant, I heard her cry softly:


? ? ? ? 'Oh, Humphrey, I am lost!'


? ? ? ? I found her fumbling at the wall of the after-bulkhead, and, half leading, half carrying her, I took her up the companionway. The pure air was like nectar. Maud was only faint and dizzy, and I left her lying on the deck when I took my second plunge below.


? ? ? ? The source of the smoke must be very close to Wolf Larsen: my mind was made up to this, and I went straight to his bunk. As I felt among his blankets, something hot fell on the back of my hand. It burned me, and I jerked my hand away. Then I understood. Through the cracks in the bottom of the upper bunk he had set fire to the mattress. He still retained sufficient use of his left arm to do this. The damp straw of the mattress, fired from beneath and denied air, had been smoldering all the while.


? ? ? ? As I dragged the mattress out of the bunk it seemed to disintegrate in mid-air, at the same time bursting into flames.


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