Морской волк

Chapter 32

           Awildthoughtofrushinginandkillingherasshesleptroseinmymind.Andthen,inaflash,thebettersolutioncametome.Allhandswereasleep.WhynotcreepaboardtheGhostwellIknewthewaytoWolfLarsen’sbunkandkillhiminhissleep?Afterthatwell,wewouldsee.Butwithhimdeadtherewastimeandspaceinwhichtopreparetodootherthings;andbesides,whatevernewsituationarose,itcouldnotpossiblybeworsethanthepresentone.

           Myknifewasatmyhip.Ireturnedtomyhutfortheshot-gun,madesureitwasloaded,andwentdowntotheGhost.Withsomedifficulty,andattheexpenseofawettingtothewaist,Iclimbedaboard.Theforecastlescuttlewasopen.Ipausedtolistenforthebreathingofthemen,buttherewasnobreathing.Ialmostgaspedasthethoughtcametome:WhatiftheGhostisdeserted?Ilistenedmoreclosely.Therewasnosound.Icautiouslydescendedtheladder.Theplacehadtheemptyandmustyfeelandsmellusualtoadwellingnolongerinhabited.Everywherewasathicklitterofdiscardedandraggedgarments,oldsea-boots,leakyoilskinsalltheworthlessforecastledunnageofalongvoyage.

           Abandonedhastily,wasmyconclusion,asIascendedtothedeck.Hopewasaliveagaininmybreast,andIlookedaboutmewithgreatercoolness.Inotedthattheboatsweremissing.Thesteeragetoldthesametaleastheforecastle.Thehuntershadpackedtheirbelongingswithsimilarhaste.TheGhostwasdeserted.ItwasMaud’sandmine.

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