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Nilson was standing at the wheel, and the Cockney’s hurtling body struck his legs. So great was his speed that as he curved past the corner of the cabin he slipped and fell. Straight aft he held, to the poop and along the poop to the stern.

Hand-clapping and roars of laughter from the hunters greeted the exploit, while Mugridge, eluding half of his pursuers at the foremast, ran aft and through the remainder like a runner on the football field. The oncoming Harrison caught the kick squarely in the pit of the stomach, groaned involuntarily, and doubled up and sank backward to the deck. Holding his weight by his arms, and in mid-air doubling his body at the hips, he let fly with both feet. But Mugridge, leaping suddenly, caught the jib-boom-lift. Straight forward he raced, the boat-puller Harrison at his heels and gaining on him. But his pursuers forestalling him, he doubled back across the cabin, passed over the galley, and gained the deck by means of the steerage-scuttle. Cornered in the right-angle of the poop and galley, he sprang like a cat to the top of the cabin and ran aft. Mugridge seemed to be in rabid fear of the water, and he exhibited a nimbleness and speed we did not dream he possessed. Besides, the water was frightfully cold, and his was anything but a rugged constitution.Īs usual, the watches below and the hunters turned out for what promised sport. But Mugridge had little stomach for a dip in it. The Ghost was slipping through the water at no more than three miles an hour, and the sea was fairly calm. Few things could have been more to their liking than to give him a tow over the side, for to the forecastle he had sent messes and concoctions of the vilest order. Mugridge’s face turned white under its sooty veneer, and when Wolf Larsen called for a rope and a couple of men, the miserable Cockney fled wildly out of the galley and dodged and ducked about the deck with the grinning crew in pursuit. “I’ve given you warning, Cooky,” Wolf Larsen said, “and now you’ve got to take your medicine.” The garment itself did not bear out the assertion, nor did the accumulations of grease on stove and pot and pan attest a general cleanliness. He had not mended his ways nor his shirt, though the latter he contended he had changed. The chagrin Wolf Larsen felt from being ignored by Maud Brewster and me in the conversation at table had to express itself in some fashion, and it fell to Thomas Mugridge to be the victim.

Sea wolf express update#

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