Therewasastinginwhathesaid。Perhaps，afterall，Iwasplayingacowardlypart。AndthemoreIthoughtaboutitthemoreitappearedthatmydutytomyselflayindoingwhathehadadvised，layinjoiningforceswithJohnsonandLeachandworkingforhisdeath。Righthere，Ithink，enteredtheaustereconscienceofmyPuritanancestry，impellingmetowardluriddeedsandsanctioningevenmurderasrightconduct。Idweltupontheidea。Itwouldbeamostmoralacttoridtheworldofsuchamonster。
Humanitywouldbebetterandhappierforit，lifefairerandsweeter。
Ipondereditlong，lyingsleeplessinmybunkandreviewinginendlessprocessionthefactsofthesituation。ItalkedwithJohnsonandLeach，duringthenightwatcheswhenWolfLarsenwasbelow。Bothmenhadlosthope，——Johnson，becauseoftemperamentaldespondency；Leach，becausehehadbeatenhimselfoutinthevainstruggleandwasexhausted。Buthecaughtmyhandinapassionategriponenight，saying：
\"Ithinkyersquare，Mr。VanWeyden。Butstaywhereyouareandkeepyermouthshut。Saynothin’butsawwood。We’redeadmen，knowit；butallthesameyoumightbeabletodousafavorsometimewhenweneeditdamnbad。\"
Itwasonlynextday，whenWainwrightIslandloomedtowindward，closeabeam，thatWolfLarsenopenedhismouthinprophecy。HehadattackedJohnson，beenattackedbyLeach，andhadjustfinishedwhippingthepairofthem。
\"Leach，\"hesaid，\"youknowI’mgoingtokillyousometimeorother，don’tyou？\"
Asnarlwastheanswer。
\"Andasforyou，Johnson，you’llgetsotiredoflifebeforeI’mthroughwithyouthatyou’llflingyourselfovertheside。Seeifyoudon’t。\"
\"That’sasuggestion，\"headded，inanasidetome。\"I’llbetyouamonth’spayheactsuponit。\"
Ihadcherishedahopethathisvictimswouldfindanopportunitytoescapewhilefillingourwater—barrels，butWolfLarsenhadselectedhisspotwell。TheGhostlayhalfamilebeyondthesurf—lineofalonelybeach。Heredebouchedadeepgorge，withprecipitous，volcanicwallswhichnomancouldscale。Andhere，underhisdirectsupervision，——forhewentashorehimself，——LeachandJohnsonfilledthesmallcasksandrolledthemdowntothebeach。Theyhadnochancetomakeabreakforlibertyinoneoftheboats。
HarrisonandKelly，however，madesuchanattempt。Theycomposedoneoftheboat’screws，andtheirtaskwastoplybetweentheschoonerandtheshore，carryingasinglecaskeachtrip。Justbeforedinner，startingforthebeachwithanemptybarrel，theyalteredtheircourseandboreawaytothelefttoroundthepromontorywhichjuttedintotheseabetweenthemandliberty。BeyonditsfoamingbaselaytheprettyvillagesoftheJapanesecolonists，andsmilingvalleyswhichpenetrateddeepintotheinterior。Onceinthefastnessestheypromised，andthetwomencoulddefyWolfLarsen。
IhadobservedHendersonandSmokeloiteringaboutthedeckallmorning，andInowlearnedwhytheywerethere。Procuringtheirrifles，theyopenedfireinaleisurelymanneruponthedeserters。Itwasacold—bloodedexhibitionofmarksmanship。Atfirsttheirbulletszippedharmlesslyalongthesurfaceofthewateroneithersidetheboat；but，asthemencontinuedtopulllustily，theystruckcloserandcloser。
\"NowwatchmetakeKelly’srightoar，\"Smokesaid，drawingamorecarefulaim。
Iwaslookingthroughtheglasses，andIsawtheoar—bladeshatterasheshot。Hendersonduplicatedit，selectingHarrison’srightoar。Theboatslewedaround。Thetworemainingoarswerequicklybroken。Thementriedtorowwiththesplinters，andhadthemshotoutoftheirhands。Kellyrippedupabottomboardandbeganpaddling，butdroppeditwithacryofpainasitssplintersdroveintohishands。Thentheygaveup，lettingtheboatdrifttillasecondboat，sentfromtheshorebyWolfLarsen，tookthemintowandbroughtthemaboard。
Latethatafternoonwehoveupanchorandgotaway。Nothingwasbeforeusbutthethreeorfourmonths’huntingonthesealinggrounds。Theoutlookwasblackindeed，andIwentaboutmyworkwithaheavyheart。AnalmostfunerealgloomseemedtohavedescendedupontheGhost。WolfLarsenhadtakentohisbunkwithoneofhisstrange，splittingheadaches。Harrisonstoodlistlesslyatthewheel，half—supportinghimselfbyit，asthoughweariedbytheweightofhisflesh。Therestofthemenweremoroseandsilent。IcameuponKellycrouchingtotheleeoftheforecastlescuttle，hisheadonhisknees，hisarmsabouthishead，inanattitudeofunutterabledespondency。
JohnsonIfoundlyingfulllengthontheforecastlehead，staringatthetroubledchurnoftheforefoot，andIrememberedwithhorrorthesuggestionWolfLarsenhadmade。Itseemedlikelytobearfruit。Itriedtobreakinontheman’smorbidthoughtsbycallinghimaway，buthesmiledsadlyatmeandrefusedtoobey。
LeachapproachedmeasIreturnedaft。
\"Iwanttoaskafavor，Mr。VanWeyden，\"hesaid。\"Ifit’syerlucktoevermake’Friscooncemore，willyouhuntupMattMcCarthy？He’smyoldman。HelivesontheHill，backoftheMayfairbakery，runnin’acobbler’sshopthateverybodyknows，andyou’llhavenotrouble。TellhimIlivedtobesorryforthetroubleIbroughthimandthethingsIdone，and——
andjusttellhim`Godblesshim，’forme。\"
Inoddedmyhead，butsaid，\"We’llallwinbacktoSanFrancisco，Leach，andyou’llbewithmewhenIgotoseeMattMcCarthy。\"
\"I’dliketobelieveyou，\"heanswered，shakingmyhand，\"butcan’t。
WolfLarsen’lldoforme，Iknowit；andallIcanhopeishe’lldoitquick。\"
AndasheleftmeIwasawareofthesamedesireatmyheart。Sinceitwastobedone，letitbedonewithdespatch。Thegeneralgloomhadgatheredmeintoitsfolds。Theworstappearedinevitable；andasIpacedthedeck，hourafterhour，IfoundmyselfafflictedwithWolfLarsen’srepulsiveideas。Whatwasitallabout？Wherewasthegrandeuroflifethatitshouldpermitsuchwantondestructionofhumansouls？Itwasacheapandsordidthingafterall，thislife，andthesooneroverthebetter。
Overanddonewith！I，too，leanedupontherailandgazedlonginglyintothesea，withthecertaintythatsoonerorlaterIshouldbesinkingdown，down，throughthecoolgreendepthsofitsoblivion。TheSeaWolf：Chapter17CHAPTER17
Strangetosay，inspiteofthegeneralforeboding，nothingofespecialmomenthappenedontheGhost。WeranontothenorthandwesttillweraisedthecoastofJapanandpickedupwiththegreatsealherd。ComingfromnomanknewwhereintheillimitablePacific，itwastravellingnorthonitsannualmigrationtotherookeriesofBeringSea。Andnorthwetravelledwithit，ravaginganddestroying，flingingthenakedcarcassestothesharkandsaltingdowntheskinssothattheymightlateradornthefairshouldersofthewomenofthecities。
Itwaswantonslaughter，andallforwoman’ssake。Nomanateofthesealmeatortheoil。Afteragoodday’skillingIhaveseenourdeckscoveredwithhidesandbodies，slipperywithfatandblood，thescuppersrunningred；masts，ropes，andrailsspatteredwiththesanguinarycolor；
andthemen，likebutchersplyingtheirtrade，nakedandredofarmandhand，hardatworkwithrippingandflensing—knives，removingtheskinsfromtheprettysea—creaturestheyhadkilled。
Itwasmytasktotallythepeltsastheycameaboardfromtheboats，tooverseetheskinningandafterwardthecleansingofthedecksandbringingthingsshipshapeagain。Itwasnotpleasantwork。Mysoulandmystomachrevoltedatit；andyet，inaway，thishandlinganddirectingofmanymenwasgoodforme。ItdevelopedwhatlittleexecutiveabilityIpossessed，andIwasawareofatougheningorhardeningwhichIwasundergoingandwhichcouldnotbeanythingbutwholesomefor\"Sissy\"VanWeyden。
OnethingIwasbeginningtofeel，andthatwasthatIcouldneveragainbequitethesamemanIhadbeen。WhilemyhopeandfaithinhumanlifestillsurvivedWolfLarsen’sdestructivecriticism，hehadneverthelessbeenacauseofchangeinminormatters。Hehadopenedupformetheworldofthereal，ofwhichIhadknownpracticallynothingandfromwhichI
hadalwaysshrunk。Ihadlearnedtolookmorecloselyatlifeasitwaslived，torecognizethatthereweresuchthingsasfactsintheworld，toemergefromtherealmofmindandideaandtoplacecertainvaluesontheconcreteandobjectivephasesofexistence。
IsawmoreofWolfLarsenthaneverwhenwehadgainedthegrounds。
Forwhentheweatherwasfairandwewereinthemidstoftheherd，allhandswereawayintheboats，andleftonboardwereonlyheandI，andThomasMugridge，whodidnotcount。Buttherewasnoplayaboutit。Thesixboats，spreadingoutfan—wisefromtheschooneruntilthefirstweatherboatandthelastleeboatwereanywherefromtentotwentymilesapart，cruisedalongastraightcourseovertheseatillnightfallorbadweatherdrovethemin。ItwasourdutytosailtheGhostwelltoleewardofthelastleeboat，sothatalltheboatsshouldhavefairwindtorunforusincaseofsquallsorthreateningweather。
Itisnoslightmatterfortwomen，particularlywhenastiffwindhassprungup，tohandleavesselliketheGhost，steering，keepinglookoutfortheboats，andsettingortakinginsail；soitdevolveduponmetolearnandlearnquickly。SteeringIpickedupeasily，butrunningalofttothecrosstreesandswingingmywholeweightbymyarmswhenI
lefttheratlinesandclimbedstillhigher，wasmoredifficult。This，too，Ilearned，andquickly，forIfeltsomehowawilddesiretovindicatemyselfinWolfLarsen’seyes，toprovemyrighttoliveinwaysotherthanofthemind。Nay，thetimecamewhenItookjoyintherunofthemastheadandintheclingingonbymylegsatthatprecariousheightwhileIswepttheseawithglassesinsearchoftheboats。
Irememberonebeautifulday，whentheboatsleftearlyandthereportsofthehunters’gunsgrewdimanddistantanddiedawayastheyscatteredfarandwideoverthesea。Therewasjustthefaintestwindfromthewestward；
butitbreatheditslastbythetimewemanagedtogettoleewardofthelastleeboat。Onebyone，——Iwasatthemastheadandsaw，——thesixboatsdisappearedoverthebulgeoftheearthastheyfollowedthesealintothewest。Welay，scarcelyrollingontheplacidsea，unabletofollow。
WolfLarsenwasapprehensive。Thebarometerwasdown，andtheskytotheeastdidnotpleasehim。Hestudieditwithunceasingvigilance。
\"Ifshecomesoutofthere，\"hesaid，\"hardandsnappy，puttingustowindwardoftheboats，it’slikelythere’llbeemptybunksinsteerageandfo’c’sle。\"
Byeleveno’clocktheseahadbecomeglass。Bymid—day，thoughwewerewellupinthenortherlylatitudes，theheatwassickening。Therewasnofreshnessintheair。Itwassultryandoppressive，remindingmeofwhattheoldCaliforniansterm\"earthquakeweather。\"Therewassomethingominousaboutit，andinintangiblewaysonewasmadetofeelthattheworstwasabouttocome。Slowlythewholeeasternskyfilledwithcloudsthatovertowereduslikesomeblacksierraoftheinfernalregions。Soclearlycouldoneseeca$on，gorge，andprecipice，andtheshadowsthatlietherein，thatonelookedunconsciouslyforthewhitesurf—lineandbellowingcavernswheretheseachargesontheland。Andstillwerockedgently，andtherewasnowind。
\"It’snosquall，\"WolfLarsensaid。\"OldMotherNature’sgoingtogetuponherhindlegsandhowlforallthat’sinher，andit’llkeepusjumping，Hump，topullthroughwithhalfourboats。You’dbetterrunupandloosenthetopsails。\"
\"Butifitisgoingtohowl，andthereareonlytwoofus？\"asked，anoteofprotestinmyvoice。
\"Why，we’vegottomakethebestofthefirstofitandrundowntoourboatsbeforeourcanvasisrippedoutofus。Afterthatdon’tgivearapwhathappens。Thesticks’llstandit，andyouandwillhaveto，thoughwe’veplentycutoutforus。\"
Stillthecalmcontinued。Weatedinner，ahurriedandanxiousmealformewitheighteenmenabroadontheseaandbeyondthebulgeoftheearthandwiththatheaven—rollingmountainrangeofcloudsmovingslowlydownuponus。WolfLarsendidnotseemaffected，however；thoughInoticed，whenwereturnedtothedeck，aslighttwitchingofthenostrils，aperceptiblequicknessofmovement。Hisfacewasstern，thelinesofithadgrownhard，andyetinhiseyes，——blue，clearbluethisday，——therewasastrangebrilliancy，abrightscintillatinglight。Itstruckmethathewasjoyous，inaferocioussortofway；thathewasgladtherewasanimpendingstruggle；
thathewasthrilledandupbornewithknowledgethatoneofthegreatmomentsofliving，whenthetideoflifesurgesupinflood，wasuponhim。
Once，andunwittingthathedidsoorthatIsaw，helaughedaloud，mockinglyanddefiantly，attheadvancingstorm。Iseehimyet，standingtherelikeapygmyoutofthe\"ArabianNights\"beforethehugefrontofsomemalignantgenie。Hewasdaringdestiny，andhewasunafraid。
Hewalkedtothegalley。\"Cooky，bythetimeyou’vefinishedpotsandpansyou’llbewantedondeck。Standreadyforacall。\"
\"Hump，\"hesaid，becomingcognizantofthefascinatedgazebentuponhim，\"thisbeatswhiskey，andiswhereyourOmarmisses。thinkheonlyhalflivedafterall。\"
Thewesternhalfoftheskyhadbynowgrownmurky。Thesunhaddimmedandfadedoutofsight。Itwastwointheafternoon，andaghostlytwilight，shotthroughbywanderingpurplishlights，haddescendeduponus。InthispurplishlightWolfLarsen’sfaceglowedandglowed，andtomyexcitedfancyheappearedencircledbyahalo。Welayinthemidstofanunearthlyquiet，whileallaboutusweresignsandomensofoncomingsoundandmovement。
Thesultryheathadbecomeunendurable。Thesweatwasstandingonmyforehead，andIcouldfeelittricklingdownmynose。IfeltasthoughIshouldfaint，andreachedouttotherailforsupport。
Andthen，justthen，thefaintestpossiblewhisperofairpassedby。
Itwasfromtheeast，andlikeawhisperitcameandwent。Thedroopingcanvaswasnotstirred，andyetmyfacehadfelttheairandbeencooled。
\"Cooky，\"WolfLarsencalledinalowvoice。ThomasMugridgeturnedapitiable，scaredface。\"Letgothatfore—boomtackleandpassitacross，andwhenshe’swillingletgothesheetandcomeinsnugwiththetackle。
Andifyoumakeamessofit，itwillbethelastyouevermake。Understand？
\"Mr。VanWeyden，standbytopassthehead—sailsover。ThenjumpforthetopsailsandspreadthemquickasGod’llletyou——thequickeryoudoittheeasieryou’llfindit。AsforCooky，ifheisn’tlivelybathimbetweentheeyes。\"
Iwasawareofthecomplimentandpleased，inthatnothreathadaccompaniedmyinstructions。Wewerelyingheadtonorthwest，anditwashisintentiontojibeoverallwiththefirstpuff。
\"We’llhavethebreezeonourquarter，\"heexplainedtome。\"Bythelastgunstheboatswerebearingawayslightlytothesouth’ard。\"
Heturnedandwalkedafttothewheel。Iwentforwardandtookmystationatthejibs。Anotherwhisperofwind，andanother，passedby。Thecanvasflappedlazily。
\"ThankGawdshe’snotcomin’allofabunch，Mr。VanWeyden，\"wastheCockney’sferventejaculation。
AndIwasindeedthankful，forIhadbythistimelearnedenoughtoknow，withallourcanvasspread，whatdisasterinsucheventawaitedus。
Thewhispersofwindbecamepuffs，thesailsfilled，theGhostmoved。
WolfLarsenputthewheelhardup，toport，andwebegantopayoff。Thewindwasnowdeadastern，mutteringandpuffingstrongerandstronger，andmyhead—sailswerepoundinglustily。Ididnotseewhatwentonelsewhere，thoughIfeltthesuddensurgeandheeloftheschoonerasthewind—pressureschangedtothejibingofthefore—andmain—sails。Myhandswerefullwiththeflying—jib，jib，andstaysail；andbythetimethispartofmytaskwasaccomplishedtheGhostwasleapingintothesouthwest，thewindonherquarterandallhersheetstostarboard。Withoutpausingforbreath，thoughmyheartwasbeatinglikeatrip—hammerfrommyexertions，Isprangtothetopsails，andbeforethewindhadbecometoostrongwehadthemfairlysetandwerecoilingdown。ThenIwentaftfororders。
WolfLarsennoddedapprovalandrelinquishedthewheeltome。Thewindwasstrengtheningsteadilyandthesearising。Foranhoursteered，eachmomentbecomingmoredifficult。Ihadnottheexperiencetosteeratthegaitweweregoingonaquarteringcourse。
\"Nowtakearunupwiththeglassesandraisesomeoftheboats。We’vemadeatleasttenknots，andwe’regoingtwelveorthirteennow。Theoldgirlknowshowtowalk。\"
Icontentedmyselfwiththeforecrosstrees，someseventyfeetabovethedeck。AsIsearchedthevacantstretchofwaterbeforeme，comprehendedthoroughlytheneedforhasteifweweretorecoveranyofourmen。Indeed，asIgazedattheheavyseathroughwhichwewererunning，Idoubtedthattherewasaboatafloat。Itdidnotseempossiblethatsuchfrailcraftcouldsurvivesuchstressofwindandwater。
Icouldnotfeelthefullforceofthewind，forwewererunningwithit；butfrommyloftyperchIlookeddownasthoughoutsidetheGhostandapartfromher，andsawtheshapeofheroutlinedsharplyagainstthefoamingseaasshetorealonginstinctwithlife。Sometimesshewouldliftandsendacrosssomegreatwave，buryingherstarboardrailfromview，andcoveringherdecktothehatcheswiththeboilingocean。Atsuchmoments，startingfromawindwardroll，Iwouldgoflyingthroughtheairwithdizzyingswiftness，asthoughIclungtotheendofahuge，invertedpendulum，thearcofwhich，betweenthegreaterrolls，musthavebeenseventyfeetormore。Once，theterrorofthisgiddysweepoverpoweredme，andforawhileIclungon，handandfoot，weakandtrembling，unabletosearchtheseaforthemissingboatsortobeholdaughtoftheseabutthatwhichroaredbeneathandstrovetooverwhelmtheGhost。
Butthethoughtofthemeninthemidstofitsteadiedme，andinmyquestforthemIforgotmyself。ForanhourIsawnothingbutthenaked，desolatesea。Andthen，whereavagrantshaftofsunlightstrucktheoceanandturneditssurfacetowrathfulsilver，Icaughtasmallblackspeckthrustskywardforaninstantandswallowedup。Iwaitedpatiently。Againthetinypointofblackprojecteditselfthroughthewrathfulblazeacoupleofpointsoffourport—bow。Ididnotattempttoshout，butcommunicatedthenewstoWolfLarsenbywavingmyarm。Hechangedthecourse，andI
signalledaffirmationwhenthespeckshoweddeadahead。
Itgrewlarger，andsoswiftlythatforthefirsttimeIfullyappreciatedthespeedofourflight。WolfLarsenmotionedformetocomedown，andwhenIstoodbesidehimatthewheelgavemeinstructionsforheavingto。
\"Expectallhelltobreakloose，\"hecautionedme，\"butdon’tmindit。
YoursistodoyourownworkandtohaveCookystandbythefore—sheet。\"
Imanagedtomakemywayforward，buttherewaslittlechoiceofsides，fortheweather—railseemedburiedasoftenasthelee。HavinginstructedThomasMugridgeastowhathewastodo，Iclamberedintotheforeriggingafewfeet。Theboatwasnowveryclose，andcouldmakeoutplainlythatitwaslyingheadtowindandseaanddraggingonitsmastandsail，whichhadbeenthrownoverboardandmadetoserveasasea—anchor。Thethreemenwerebailing。Eachrollingmountainwhelmedthemfromview，andIwouldwaitwithsickeninganxiety，fearingthattheywouldneverappearagain。
Then，andwithblacksuddenness，theboatwouldshootclearthroughthefoamingcrest，bowpointedtothesky，andthewholelengthofherbottomshowing，wetanddark，tillsheseemedonend。Therewouldbeafleetingglimpseofthethreemenflingingwaterinfrantichaste，whenshewouldtoppleoverandfallintotheyawningvalley，bowdownandshowingherfullinsidelengthtothesternup—rearedalmostdirectlyabovethebow。
Eachtimethatshereappearedwasamiracle。
TheGhostsuddenlychangedhercourse，keepingaway，anditcametomewithashockthatWolfLarsenwasgivinguptherescueasimpossible。
ThenIrealizedthathewaspreparingtoheaveto，anddroppedtothedecktobeinreadiness。Wewerenowdeadbeforethewind，theboatfarawayandabreastofus。Ifeltanabrupteasingoftheschooner，alossforthemomentofallstrainandpressure，coupledwithaswiftaccelerationofspeed。Shewasrushingaroundonherheelintothewind。
Asshearrivedatrightanglestothesea，thefullforceofthewind，（fromwhichwehadhithertorunaway），caughtus。Iwasunfortunatelyandignorantlyfacingit。Itstoodupagainstmelikeawall，fillingmylungswithairwhichIcouldnotexpel。Andaschokedandstrangled，andastheGhostwallowedforaninstant，broadsideonandrollingstraightoverandfarintothewind，Ibeheldahugesearisefarabovemyhead。
Iturnedaside，caughtmybreath，andlookedagain。ThewaveovertoppedtheGhost，andIgazedsheerupandintoit。Ashaftofsunlightsmotetheover—curl，andIcaughtaglimpseoftranslucent，rushinggreen，backedbyamilkysmotheroffoam。
Thenitdescended，pandemoniumbrokeloose，everythinghappenedatonce。
Iwasstruckacrushing，stunningblow，nowhereinparticularandyeteverywhere。
Myholdhadbeenbrokenloose，Iwasunderwater，andthethoughtpassedthroughmymindthatthiswastheterriblethingofwhichIhadheard，thebeingsweptinthetroughofthesea。Mybodystruckandpoundedasitwasdashedhelplesslyalongandturnedoverandover，andwhenIcouldholdmybreathnolonger，Ibreathedthestingingsaltwaterintomylungs。
ButthroughitallIclungtotheoneidea——Imustgetthejibbackedovertowindward。Ihadnofearofdeath。IhadnodoubtbutthatIshouldcomethroughsomehow。AndasthisideaoffulfillingWolfLarsen’sorderpersistedinmydazedconsciousness，Iseemedtoseehimstandingatthewheelinthemidstofthewildwelter，pittinghiswillagainstthewillofthestormanddefyingit。
IbroughtupviolentlyagainstwhatItooktobetherail，breathed，andbreathedthesweetairagain。Itriedtorise，butstruckmyheadandwasknockedbackonhandsandknees。BysomefreakofthewatersIhadbeensweptclearundertheforecastle—headandintotheeyes。AsIscrambledoutonallfours，IpassedoverthebodyofThomasMugridge，wholayinagroaningheap。Therewasnotimetoinvestigate。Imustgetthejibbackedover。
WhenIemergedondeckitseemedthattheendofeverythinghadcome。
Onallsidestherewasarendingandcrashingofwoodandsteelandcanvas。
TheGhostwasbeingwrenchedandtorntofragments。Theforesailandforetopsail，emptiedofthewindbytheman渦vre，andwithnoonetobringinthesheetintime，werethunderingintoribbons，theheavyboomthreshingandsplinteringfromrailtorail。Theairwasthickwithflyingwreckage，detachedropesandstayswerehissingandcoilinglikesnakes，anddownthroughitallcrashedthegaffoftheforesail。
Thesparcouldnothavemissedmebymanyinches，whileitspurredmetoaction。Perhapsthesituationwasnothopeless。rememberedWolfLarsen’scaution。Hehadexpectedallhelltobreakloose，andhereitwas。Andwherewashe？Icaughtsightofhimtoilingatthemainsheet，heavingitinandflatwithhistremendousmuscles，thesternoftheschoonerliftedhighintheairandhisbodyoutlinedagainstawhitesurgeofseasweepingpast。Allthis，andmore，——awholeworldofchaosandwreck，——inpossiblyfifteensecondsIhadseenandheardandgrasped。
Ididnotstoptoseewhathadbecomeofthesmallboat，butsprangtothejib—sheet。Thejibitselfwasbeginningtoslap，partiallyfillingandemptyingwithsharpreports；butwithaturnofthesheetandtheapplicationofmywholestrengtheachtimeitslapped，Islowlybackedit。ThisIknow：
Ididmybest。IpulledtillIburstopentheendsofallmyfingers；andwhileIpulled，theflying—jibandstaysailsplittheirclothsapartandthunderedintonothingness。
StillIpulled，holdingwhatIgainedeachtimewithadoubleturnuntilthenextslapgavememore。Thenthesheetgavewithgreaterease，andWolfLarsenwasbesideme，heavinginalonewhileIwasbusiedtakinguptheslack。
\"Makefast！\"heshouted。\"Andcomeon！\"
AsIfollowedhim，Inotedthatinspiteofrackandruinaroughorderobtained。TheGhostwashoveto。Shewasstillinworkingorder，andshewasstillworking。Thoughtherestofhersailsweregone，thejib，backedtowindward，andthemainsailhauleddownflat，werethemselvesholding，andholdingherbowtothefuriousseaaswell。
Ilookedfortheboat，and，whileWolfLarsenclearedtheboat—tackles，sawitlifttoleewardonabigseaandnotascoreoffeetaway。And，sonicelyhadhemadehiscalculation，wedriftedfairlydownuponit，sothatnothingremainedtodobuthookthetacklestoeitherendandhoistitaboard。Butthiswasnotdonesoeasilyasitiswritten。
InthebowwasKerfoot，Oofty—Ooftyinthestern，andKellyamidships。
Aswedriftedcloser，theboatwouldriseonawavewhilewesankinthetrough，tillalmoststraightabovemeIcouldseetheheadsofthethreemencranedoversideandlookingdown。Then，thenextmoment，wewouldliftandsoarupwardwhiletheysankfardownbeneathus。ItseemedincrediblethatthenextsurgeshouldnotcrushtheGhostdownuponthetinyeggshell。
But，attherightmoment，IpassedthetackletotheKanaka，whileWolfLarsendidthesamethingforwardtoKerfoot。Bothtackleswerehookedinatrice，andthethreemen，deftlytimingtheroll，madeasimultaneousleapaboardtheschooner。AstheGhostrolledhersideoutofwater，theboatwasliftedsnuglyagainsther，andbeforethereturnrollcame，wehadheaveditinoverthesideandturneditbottomuponthedeck。
InoticedbloodspoutingfromKerfoot’slefthand。Insomewaythethirdfingerhadbeencrushedtoapulp。Buthegavenosignofpain，andwithhissinglerighthandhelpeduslashtheboatinitsplace。
\"Standbytoletthatjibover，youOofty！\"WolfLarsencommanded，theverysecondwehadfinishedwiththeboat。\"Kelly，comeaftandslackoffthemain—sheet！You，Kerfoot，gofor’ardandseewhat’sbecomeofCooky！
Mr。VanWeyden，runaloftagain，andcutawayanystraystuffonyourway！\"
Andhavingcommanded，hewentaftwithhispeculiartigerishleaps，tothewheel。WhileItoiledupthefore—shroudstheGhostslowlypaidoff。Thistime，aswewentintothetroughoftheseaandwereswept，therewerenosailstocarryaway。And，halfwaytothecrosstreesandflattenedagainsttheriggingbythefullforceofthewindsothatitwouldhavebeenimpossibleformetohavefallen，theGhostalmostonherbeamendsandthemastsparallelwiththewater，looked，notdown，butatalmostrightanglesfromtheperpendicular，tothedeckoftheGhost。ButIsaw，notthedeck，butwherethedeckshouldhavebeen，foritwasburiedbeneathawildtumblingofwater。OutofthiswaterIcouldseethetwomastsrising，andthatwasall。TheGhost，forthemoment，wasburiedbeneaththesea。Asshesquaredoffmoreandmore，escapingfromthesidepressure，sherightedherselfandbrokeherdeck，likeawhale’sback，throughtheoceansurface。
Thenweraced，andwildly，acrossthewildsea，thewhilehunglikeaflyinthecrosstreesandsearchedfortheotherboats。InhalfanhourIsightedthesecondone，swampedandbottomup，towhichweredesperatelyclingingJockHorner，fatLouis，andJohnson。ThistimeIremainedaloft，andWolfLarsensucceededinheavingtowithoutbeingswept。Asbefore，wedrifteddownuponit。Tacklesweremadefastandlinesflungtothemen，whoscrambledaboardlikemonkeys。Theboatitselfwascrushedandsplinteredagainsttheschooner’ssideasitcameinboard；butthewreckwassecurelylashed，foritcouldbepatchedandmadewholeagain。
OncemoretheGhostboreawaybeforethestorm，thistimesosubmergingherselfthatforsomesecondsIthoughtshewouldneverreappear。
Eventhewheel，quiteadealhigherthanthewaist，wascoveredandsweptagainandagain。AtsuchmomentsIfeltstrangelyalonewithGod，alonewithhimandwatchingthechaosofhiswrath。Andthenthewheelwouldreappear，andWolfLarsen’sbroadshoulders，hishandsgrippingthespokesandholdingtheschoonertothecourseofhiswill，himselfanearth—god，dominatingthestorm，flingingitsdescendingwatersfromhimandridingittohisownends。Andoh，themarvelofit！themarvelofit！Thattinymenshouldliveandbreatheandwork，anddrivesofrailacontrivanceofwoodandcloththroughsotremendousanelementalstrife！
Asbefore，theGhostswungoutofthetrough，liftingherdeckagainoutofthesea，anddashedbeforethehowlingblast。Itwasnowhalf—pastfive，andhalfanhourlater，whenthelastofthedaylostitselfinadimandfurioustwilight，Isightedathirdboat。Itwasbottomup，andtherewasnosignofitscrew。WolfLarsenrepeatedhisman渦vre，holdingoffandthenroundinguptowindwardanddriftingdownuponit。Butthistimehemissedbyfortyfeet，theboatpassingastern。