the polish rider

upon her course- a course which meant the seal-herd and not Yokohama harbor. But the men were no longer eager as they pulled and hauled, and I heard curses among them which left their lips smothered and as heavy and lifeless as were they. Not so was it with the hunters. Smoke the irrepressible related a story, and they descended into the steerage bellowing with laughter. ¡¡¡¡As I passed to leeward of the galley on my way aft, I was approached by the engineer we had rescued. His face was white, his lips were trembling. ¡¡¡¡'Good God! sir, what kind of a craft is this?' he cried. ¡¡¡¡'You have eyes; you have seen,' I answered almost brutally, what of the pain and fear at my own heart. ¡¡¡¡'Your promise?' I said to Wolf Larsen. ¡¡¡¡'I was not thinking of taking them aboard when I made that promise,' he answered. 'And, anyway, you'll agree I've not laid my hands upon them. Far from it, far from it,' he laughed a moment later.