Chapter 25

           "You’vebeenondeck,Mr.VanWeyden,"WolfLarsensaid,thefollowingmorningatthebreakfast-table,"Howdothingslook?"

           "Clearenough,"Ianswered,glancingatthesunshinewhichstreameddowntheopencompanion-way."Fairwesterlybreeze,withapromiseofstiffening,ifLouispredictscorrectly."

           Henoddedhisheadinapleasedway."Anysignsoffog?"

           "Thickbanksinthenorthandnorth-west."

           Henoddedhisheadagain,evincingevengreatersatisfactionthanbefore.

           "WhatoftheMacedonia?"

           "Notsighted,"Ianswered.

           Icouldhaveswornhisfacefellattheintelligence,butwhyheshouldbedisappointedIcouldnotconceive.

           Iwassoontolearn."Smokeho!"camethehailfromondeck,andhisfacebrightened.

           "Good!"heexclaimed,andleftthetableatoncetogoondeckandintothesteerage,wherethehuntersweretakingthefirstbreakfastoftheirexile.

           MaudBrewsterandIscarcelytouchedthefoodbeforeus,gazing,instead,insilentanxietyateachother,andlisteningtoWolfLarsen’svoice,whicheasilypenetratedthecabinthroughtheinterveningbulkhead.Hespokeatlength,andhisconclusionwasgreetedwithawildroarofcheers.Thebulkheadwastoothickforustohearwhathesaid;butwhateveritwasitaffectedthehuntersstrongly,forthecheeringwasfollowedbyloudexclamationsandshoutsofjoy.

           FromthesoundsondeckIknewthatthesailorshadbeenroutedoutandwerepreparingtolowertheboats.

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