But, still worse, it seemed that his spirit was broken.

He was abject before Wolf Larsen and almost grovelled to Johansen.

Not so was the conduct of Leach.

He went about the deck like a tiger cub, glaring his hatred openly at Wolf Larsen and Johansen.
"I'll do for you yet, you slab-footed Swede," I heard him say to Johansen one night on deck.
The mate cursed him in the darkness, and the next moment some missile struck the galley a sharp rap.

There was more cursing, and a mocking laugh, and when all was quiet I stole outside and found a heavy knife imbedded over an inch in the solid wood.