Chapter 38: XXXVIII

XXXVIII “I think my left side is going,” Wolf Larsen wrote, the morning after his attempt to fire the ship. “The numbness is growing. I can hardly move my hand. You will have to speak louder. The last lines are going down.” “Are you in pain?” I asked. I was compelled to repeat my question loudly before he answered. “Not all the time.” The left hand stumbled slowly and painfully across the paper, and it was with extreme difficulty that we deciphered the scrawl. It was like a “spiri…