It would be a most moral act to rid the world of such a monster.

Humanity would be better and happier for it, life fairer and sweeter.
I pondered it long, lying sleepless in my bunk and reviewing in endless procession the facts of the situation.

I talked with Johnson and Leach, during the night watches when Wolf Larsen was below.

Both men had lost hope--Johnson, because of temperamental despondency; Leach, because he had beaten himself out in the vain struggle and was exhausted.

But he caught my hand in a passionate grip one night, saying: "I think yer square, Mr.Van Weyden.