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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

All my handiwork was strong, none of it beautiful; but I knew that it would work, and I felt myself a man of power as I looked at it.


? ? ? ? 'I did it! I did it! With my own hands I did it!' I wanted to cry aloud.


? ? ? ? But Maud and I had a way of voicing each other's thoughts; and she said, as we prepared to hoist the mainsail:


? ? ? ? 'To think, Humphrey, you did it all with your own hands!'


? ? ? ? 'But there were two other hands,' I answered- 'two small hands. And don't say that was also a phrase of your father's.'


? ? ? ? She shook her head and laughed, and held her hands up for inspection.


? ? ? ? 'I can never get them clean again,' she wailed, 'nor soften the weather-beat.'


? ? ? ? 'Then dirt and weather-beat shall be your guerdon of honor,' I said, holding them in mine; and, spite of my resolutions, I would have kissed the two dear hands had she not swiftly withdrawn them.


? ? ? ? Our comradeship was becoming tremulous.


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