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The Sea Wolf - Chapter 36

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

6. Chapter 6

7. Chapter 7

8. Chapter 8

9. Chapter 9

10. Chapter 10

11. Chapter 11

12. Chapter 12

13. Chapter 13

14. Chapter 14

15. Chapter 15

16. Chapter 16

17. Chapter 17

18. Chapter 18

19. Chapter 19

20. Chapter 20

21. Chapter 21

22. Chapter 22

23. Chapter 23

24. Chapter 24

25. Chapter 25

26. Chapter 26

27. Chapter 27

28. Chapter 28

29. Chapter 29

30. Chapter 30

31. Chapter 31

32. Chapter 32

33. Chapter 33

34. Chapter 34

35. Chapter 35

36. Chapter 36

37. Chapter 37

38. Chapter 38

39. Chapter 39







For two days Maud and I ranged the sea and explored the beaches in
search of the missing masts. But it was not till the third day
that we found them, all of them, the shears included, and, of all
perilous places, in the pounding surf of the grim south-western
promontory. And how we worked! At the dark end of the first day
we returned, exhausted, to our little cove, towing the mainmast
behind us. And we had been compelled to row, in a dead calm,
practically every inch of the way.

Another day of heart-breaking and dangerous toil saw us in camp
with the two topmasts to the good. The day following I was
desperate, and I rafted together the foremast, the fore and main
booms, and the fore and main gaffs. The wind was favourable, and I
had thought to tow them back under sail, but the wind baffled, then
died away, and our progress with the oars was a snail's pace. And
it was such dispiriting effort. To throw one's whole strength and
weight on the oars and to feel the boat checked in its forward
lunge by the heavy drag behind, was not exactly exhilarating.

Night began to fall, and to make matters worse, the wind sprang up
ahead. Not only did all forward motion cease, but we began to
drift back and out to sea. I struggled at the oars till I was
played out. Poor Maud, whom I could never prevent from working to
the limit of her strength, lay weakly back in the stern-sheets. I
could row no more. My bruised and swollen hands could no longer
close on the oar handles. My wrists and arms ached intolerably,
and though I had eaten heartily of a twelve-o'clock lunch, I had
worked so hard that I was faint from hunger.

I pulled in the oars and bent forward to the line which held the
tow. But Maud's hand leaped out restrainingly to mine.

"What are you going to do?" she asked in a strained, tense voice.

"Cast it off," I answered, slipping a turn of the rope.

But her fingers closed on mine.

"Please don't," she begged.

"It is useless," I answered. "Here is night and the wind blowing
us off the land."

"But think, Humphrey. If we cannot sail away on the Ghost, we may
remain for years on the island--for life even. If it has never
been discovered all these years, it may never be discovered."

"You forget the boat we found on the beach," I reminded her.

"It was a seal-hunting boat," she replied, "and you know perfectly
well that if the men had escaped they would have been back to make
their fortunes from the rookery. You know they never escaped."

I remained silent, undecided.

"Besides," she added haltingly, "it's your idea, and I want to see
you succeed."

Now I could harden my heart. As soon as she put it on a flattering
personal basis, generosity compelled me to deny her.

"Better years on the island than to die to-night, or to-morrow, or
the next day, in the open boat. We are not prepared to brave the
sea. We have no food, no water, no blankets, nothing. Why, you'd
not survive the night without blankets: I know how strong you are.
You are shivering now."

"It is only nervousness," she answered. "I am afraid you will cast
off the masts in spite of me."

"Oh, please, please, Humphrey, don't!" she burst out, a moment
later.

And so it ended, with the phrase she knew had all power over me.
We shivered miserably throughout the night. Now and again I
fitfully slept, but the pain of the cold always aroused me. How
Maud could stand it was beyond me. I was too tired to thrash my
arms about and warm myself, but I found strength time and again to
chafe her hands and feet to restore the circulation. And still she
pleaded with me not to cast off the masts. About three in the
morning she was caught by a cold cramp, and after I had rubbed her
out of that she became quite numb. I was frightened. I got out
the oars and made her row, though she was so weak I thought she
would faint at every stroke.

Morning broke, and we looked long in the growing light for our
island. At last it showed, small and black, on the horizon, fully
fifteen miles away. I scanned the sea with my glasses. Far away
in the south-west I could see a dark line on the water, which grew
even as I looked at it.

"Fair wind!" I cried in a husky voice I did not recognize as my
own.

Maud tried to reply, but could not speak. Her lips were blue with
cold, and she was hollow-eyed--but oh, how bravely her brown eyes
looked at me! How piteously brave!

Again I fell to chafing her hands and to moving her arms up and
down and about until she could thrash them herself. Then I
compelled her to stand up, and though she would have fallen had I
not supported her, I forced her to walk back and forth the several
steps between the thwart and the stern-sheets, and finally to
spring up and down.

"Oh, you brave, brave woman," I said, when I saw the life coming
back into her face. "Did you know that you were brave?"

"I never used to be," she answered. "I was never brave till I knew
you. It is you who have made me brave."

"Nor I, until I knew you," I answered.

She gave me a quick look, and again I caught that dancing,
tremulous light and something more in her eyes. But it was only
for the moment. Then she smiled.

"It must have been the conditions," she said; but I knew she was
wrong, and I wondered if she likewise knew. Then the wind came,
fair and fresh, and the boat was soon labouring through a heavy sea
toward the island. At half-past three in the afternoon we passed
the south-western promontory. Not only were we hungry, but we were
now suffering from thirst. Our lips were dry and cracked, nor
could we longer moisten them with our tongues. Then the wind
slowly died down. By night it was dead calm and I was toiling once
more at the oars--but weakly, most weakly. At two in the morning
the boat's bow touched the beach of our own inner cove and I
staggered out to make the painter fast. Maud could not stand, nor
had I strength to carry her. I fell in the sand with her, and,
when I had recovered, contented myself with putting my hands under
her shoulders and dragging her up the beach to the hut.

The next day we did no work. In fact, we slept till three in the
afternoon, or at least I did, for I awoke to find Maud cooking
dinner. Her power of recuperation was wonderful. There was
something tenacious about that lily-frail body of hers, a clutch on
existence which one could not reconcile with its patent weakness.

"You know I was travelling to Japan for my health," she said, as we
lingered at the fire after dinner and delighted in the movelessness
of loafing. "I was not very strong. I never was. The doctors
recommended a sea voyage, and I chose the longest."

"You little knew what you were choosing," I laughed.

"But I shall be a different women for the experience, as well as a
stronger woman," she answered; "and, I hope a better woman. At
least I shall understand a great deal more life."

Then, as the short day waned, we fell to discussing Wolf Larsen's
blindness. It was inexplicable. And that it was grave, I
instanced his statement that he intended to stay and die on
Endeavour Island. When he, strong man that he was, loving life as
he did, accepted his death, it was plain that he was troubled by
something more than mere blindness. There had been his terrific
headaches, and we were agreed that it was some sort of brain break-
down, and that in his attacks he endured pain beyond our
comprehension.

I noticed as we talked over his condition, that Maud's sympathy
went out to him more and more; yet I could not but love her for it,
so sweetly womanly was it. Besides, there was no false sentiment
about her feeling. She was agreed that the most rigorous treatment
was necessary if we were to escape, though she recoiled at the
suggestion that I might some time be compelled to take his life to
save my own--"our own," she put it.

In the morning we had breakfast and were at work by daylight. I
found a light kedge anchor in the fore-hold, where such things were
kept; and with a deal of exertion got it on deck and into the boat.
With a long running-line coiled down in the stem, I rowed well out
into our little cove and dropped the anchor into the water. There
was no wind, the tide was high, and the schooner floated. Casting
off the shore-lines, I kedged her out by main strength (the
windlass being broken), till she rode nearly up and down to the
small anchor--too small to hold her in any breeze. So I lowered
the big starboard anchor, giving plenty of slack; and by afternoon
I was at work on the windlass.

Three days I worked on that windlass. Least of all things was I a
mechanic, and in that time I accomplished what an ordinary
machinist would have done in as many hours. I had to learn my
tools to begin with, and every simple mechanical principle which
such a man would have at his finger ends I had likewise to learn.
And at the end of three days I had a windlass which worked
clumsily. It never gave the satisfaction the old windlass had
given, but it worked and made my work possible.

In half a day I got the two topmasts aboard and the shears rigged
and guyed as before. And that night I slept on board and on deck
beside my work. Maud, who refused to stay alone ashore, slept in
the forecastle. Wolf Larsen had sat about, listening to my
repairing the windlass and talking with Maud and me upon
indifferent subjects. No reference was made on either side to the
destruction of the shears; nor did he say anything further about my
leaving his ship alone. But still I had feared him, blind and
helpless and listening, always listening, and I never let his
strong arms get within reach of me while I worked.

On this night, sleeping under my beloved shears, I was aroused by
his footsteps on the deck. It was a starlight night, and I could
see the bulk of him dimly as he moved about. I rolled out of my
blankets and crept noiselessly after him in my stocking feet. He
had armed himself with a draw-knife from the tool-locker, and with
this he prepared to cut across the throat-halyards I had again
rigged to the shears. He felt the halyards with his hands and
discovered that I had not made them fast. This would not do for a
draw-knife, so he laid hold of the running part, hove taut, and
made fast. Then he prepared to saw across with the draw-knife.

"I wouldn't, if I were you," I said quietly.

He heard the click of my pistol and laughed.

"Hello, Hump," he said. "I knew you were here all the time. You
can't fool my ears."

"That's a lie, Wolf Larsen," I said, just as quietly as before.
"However, I am aching for a chance to kill you, so go ahead and
cut."

"You have the chance always," he sneered.

"Go ahead and cut," I threatened ominously.

"I'd rather disappoint you," he laughed, and turned on his heel and
went aft.

"Something must be done, Humphrey," Maud said, next morning, when I
had told her of the night's occurrence. "If he has liberty, he may
do anything. He may sink the vessel, or set fire to it. There is
no telling what he may do. We must make him a prisoner."

"But how?" I asked, with a helpless shrug. "I dare not come within
reach of his arms, and he knows that so long as his resistance is
passive I cannot shoot him."

"There must be some way," she contended. "Let me think."

"There is one way," I said grimly.

She waited.

I picked up a seal-club.

"It won't kill him," I said. "And before he could recover I'd have
him bound hard and fast."

She shook her head with a shudder. "No, not that. There must be
some less brutal way. Let us wait."

But we did not have to wait long, and the problem solved itself.
In the morning, after several trials, I found the point of balance
in the foremast and attached my hoisting tackle a few feet above
it. Maud held the turn on the windlass and coiled down while I
heaved. Had the windlass been in order it would not have been so
difficult; as it was, I was compelled to apply all my weight and
strength to every inch of the heaving. I had to rest frequently.
In truth, my spells of resting were longer than those of working.
Maud even contrived, at times when all my efforts could not budge
the windlass, to hold the turn with one hand and with the other to
throw the weight of her slim body to my assistance.

At the end of an hour the single and double blocks came together at
the top of the shears. I could hoist no more. And yet the mast
was not swung entirely inboard. The butt rested against the
outside of the port rail, while the top of the mast overhung the
water far beyond the starboard rail. My shears were too short.
All my work had been for nothing. But I no longer despaired in the
old way. I was acquiring more confidence in myself and more
confidence in the possibilities of windlasses, shears, and hoisting
tackles. There was a way in which it could be done, and it
remained for me to find that way.

While I was considering the problem, Wolf Larsen came on deck. We
noticed something strange about him at once. The indecisiveness,
or feebleness, of his movements was more pronounced. His walk was
actually tottery as he came down the port side of the cabin. At
the break of the poop he reeled, raised one hand to his eyes with
the familiar brushing gesture, and fell down the steps--still on
his feet--to the main deck, across which he staggered, falling and
flinging out his arms for support. He regained his balance by the
steerage companion-way and stood there dizzily for a space, when he
suddenly crumpled up and collapsed, his legs bending under him as
he sank to the deck.

"One of his attacks," I whispered to Maud.

She nodded her head; and I could see sympathy warm in eyes.

We went up to him, but he seemed unconscious, breathing
spasmodically. She took charge of him, lifting his head to keep
the blood out of it and despatching me to the cabin for a pillow.
I also brought blankets, and we made him comfortable. I took his
pulse. It beat steadily and strong, and was quite normal. This
puzzled me. I became suspicious.

"What if he should be feigning this?" I asked, still holding his
wrist.

Maud shook her head, and there was reproof in her eyes. But just
then the wrist I held leaped from my hand, and the hand clasped
like a steel trap about my wrist. I cried aloud in awful fear, a
wild inarticulate cry; and I caught one glimpse of his face,
malignant and triumphant, as his other hand compassed my body and I
was drawn down to him in a terrible grip.

My wrist was released, but his other arm, passed around my back,
held both my arms so that I could not move. His free hand went to
my throat, and in that moment I knew the bitterest foretaste of
death earned by one's own idiocy. Why had I trusted myself within
reach of those terrible arms? I could feel other hands at my
throat. They were Maud's hands, striving vainly to tear loose the
hand that was throttling me. She gave it up, and I heard her
scream in a way that cut me to the soul, for it was a woman's
scream of fear and heart-breaking despair. I had heard it before,
during the sinking of the Martinez.

My face was against his chest and I could not see, but I heard Maud
turn and run swiftly away along the deck. Everything was happening
quickly. I had not yet had a glimmering of unconsciousness, and it
seemed that an interminable period of time was lapsing before I
heard her feet flying back. And just then I felt the whole man
sink under me. The breath was leaving his lungs and his chest was
collapsing under my weight. Whether it was merely the expelled
breath, or his consciousness of his growing impotence, I know not,
but his throat vibrated with a deep groan. The hand at my throat
relaxed. I breathed. It fluttered and tightened again. But even
his tremendous will could not overcome the dissolution that
assailed it. That will of his was breaking down. He was fainting.

Maud's footsteps were very near as his hand fluttered for the last
time and my throat was released. I rolled off and over to the deck
on my back, gasping and blinking in the sunshine. Maud was pale
but composed,--my eyes had gone instantly to her face,--and she was
looking at me with mingled alarm and relief. A heavy seal-club in
her hand caught my eyes, and at that moment she followed my gaze
down to it. The club dropped from her hand as though it had
suddenly stung her, and at the same moment my heart surged with a
great joy. Truly she was my woman, my mate-woman, fighting with me
and for me as the mate of a caveman would have fought, all the
primitive in her aroused, forgetful of her culture, hard under the
softening civilization of the only life she had ever known.

"Dear woman!" I cried, scrambling to my feet.

The next moment she was in my arms, weeping convulsively on my
shoulder while I clasped her close. I looked down at the brown
glory of her hair, glinting gems in the sunshine far more precious
to me than those in the treasure-chests of kings. And I bent my
head and kissed her hair softly, so softly that she did not know.

Then sober thought came to me. After all, she was only a woman,
crying her relief, now that the danger was past, in the arms of her
protector or of the one who had been endangered. Had I been father
or brother, the situation would have been in nowise different.
Besides, time and place were not meet, and I wished to earn a
better right to declare my love. So once again I softly kissed her
hair as I felt her receding from my clasp.

"It was a real attack this time," I said: "another shock like the
one that made him blind. He feigned at first, and in doing so
brought it on."

Maud was already rearranging his pillow.

"No," I said, "not yet. Now that I have him helpless, helpless he
shall remain. From this day we live in the cabin. Wolf Larsen
shall live in the steerage."

I caught him under the shoulders and dragged him to the companion-
way. At my direction Maud fetched a rope. Placing this under his
shoulders, I balanced him across the threshold and lowered him down
the steps to the floor. I could not lift him directly into a bunk,
but with Maud's help I lifted first his shoulders and head, then
his body, balanced him across the edge, and rolled him into a lower
bunk.

But this was not to be all. I recollected the handcuffs in his
state-room, which he preferred to use on sailors instead of the
ancient and clumsy ship irons. So, when we left him, he lay
handcuffed hand and foot. For the first time in many days I
breathed freely. I felt strangely light as I came on deck, as
though a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt, also,
that Maud and I had drawn more closely together. And I wondered if
she, too, felt it, as we walked along the deck side by side to
where the stalled foremast hung in the shears.




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