something about them- Dr. Jordan's book, I believe. They are the young bulls, not old enough to have harems of their own. He called them the holluschickie, or something like that. It seems to me, if we find where they haul out-'
¡'It seems to me that your fighting instinct is aroused,' I laughed. ¡¡¡¡She flushed quickly and prettily. 'I'll admit I don't like defeat any more than you do, nor any more than I like the idea of killing such pretty, inoffensive creatures.' ¡¡¡¡'Pretty!' I sniffed. 'I failed to mark anything preeminently pretty about those foamy-mouthed beasts that raced me.' ¡¡¡¡'Your point of view,' she laughed. 'You lacked perspective. Now if you did not have to get so close to the subject-' ¡¡¡¡'The very thing!' I cried. 'What I need is a longer club. And there's that broken oar ready to hand.' ¡¡¡¡'It just comes to me,' she said, 'that Captain Larsen was telling me how the men raided the rookeries. They drive the seals, in small herds, a short distance inland before they kill them.'
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