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"
Ask
Captain
Larsen
,
"
I
answered
composedly
and
coldly
,
though
inwardly
my
blood
was
boiling
at
the
thought
that
she
should
be
witness
to
such
brutality
.
She
took
my
advice
and
was
turning
to
put
it
into
execution
,
when
her
eyes
lighted
on
Oofty
--
Oofty
,
immediately
before
her
,
his
body
instinct
with
alertness
and
grace
as
he
held
the
turn
of
the
rope
.
"
Are
you
fishing
?
"
she
asked
him
.
He
made
no
reply
.
His
eyes
,
fixed
intently
on
the
sea
astern
,
suddenly
flashed
.
"
Shark
ho
,
sir
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Heave
in
!
Lively
!
All
hands
tail
on
!
"
Wolf
Larsen
shouted
,
springing
himself
to
the
rope
in
advance
of
the
quickest
.
Mugridge
had
heard
the
Kanaka
's
warning
cry
and
was
screaming
madly
.
I
could
see
a
black
fin
cutting
the
water
and
making
for
him
with
greater
swiftness
than
he
was
being
pulled
aboard
.
It
was
an
even
toss
whether
the
shark
or
we
would
get
him
,
and
it
was
a
matter
of
moments
.
When
Mugridge
was
directly
beneath
us
,
the
stern
descended
the
slope
of
a
passing
wave
,
thus
giving
the
advantage
to
the
shark
.
The
fin
disappeared
.
The
belly
flashed
white
in
swift
upward
rush
.
Almost
equally
swift
,
but
not
quite
,
was
Wolf
Larsen
.
He
threw
his
strength
into
one
tremendous
jerk
.
The
Cockney
's
body
left
the
water
;
so
did
part
of
the
shark
's
.
He
drew
up
his
legs
,
and
the
man-eater
seemed
no
more
than
barely
to
touch
one
foot
,
sinking
back
into
the
water
with
a
splash
.
But
at
the
moment
of
contact
Thomas
Mugridge
cried
out
.
Then
he
came
in
like
a
fresh-caught
fish
on
a
line
,
clearing
the
rail
generously
and
striking
the
deck
in
a
heap
,
on
hands
and
knees
,
and
rolling
over
.
But
a
fountain
of
blood
was
gushing
forth
.
The
right
foot
was
missing
,
amputated
neatly
at
the
ankle
.
I
looked
instantly
to
Maud
Brewster
.
Her
face
was
white
,
her
eyes
dilated
with
horror
.
She
was
gazing
,
not
at
Thomas
Mugridge
,
but
at
Wolf
Larsen
.
And
he
was
aware
of
it
,
for
he
said
,
with
one
of
his
short
laughs
:
"
Man-play
,
Miss
Brewster
.
Somewhat
rougher
,
I
warrant
,
than
what
you
have
been
used
to
,
but
still-man-play
.
The
shark
was
not
in
the
reckoning
.
It
--
"
