Chapter 9: IX

IX Three days of rest, three blessed days of rest, are what I had with Wolf Larsen, eating at the cabin table and doing nothing but discuss life, literature, and the universe, the while Thomas Mugridge fumed and raged and did my work as well as his own. “Watch out for squalls, is all I can say to you,” was Louis’s warning, given during a spare half hour on deck while Wolf Larsen was engaged in straightening out a row among the hunters. “Ye can’t tell what’ll be happenin’,” Louis went on…