I remembered the Cockney's way of putting it.
How God must have hated them that they should be tortured so! "I have seen and heard nothing, believe me," I said quietly.
"I tell yer, he's all right," I could hear Leach saying as I went up the ladder.

"He don't like the old man no more nor you or me." I found Wolf Larsen in the cabin, stripped and bloody, waiting for me.
He greeted me with one of his whimsical smiles.
"Come, get to work, Doctor.

The signs are favourable for an extensive practice this voyage.

I don't know what the _Ghost_ would have been without you, and if I could only cherish such noble sentiments I would tell you her master is deeply grateful." I knew the run of the simple medicine-chest the _Ghost_ carried, and while I was heating water on the cabin stove and getting the things ready for dressing his wounds, he moved about, laughing and chatting, and examining his hurts with a calculating eye.

I had never before seen him stripped, and the sight of his body quite took my breath away.