Harrison stood listlessly at the wheel, half supporting himself by it, as though wearied by the weight of his flesh.

The rest of the men were morose and silent.

I came upon Kelly crouching to the lee of the forecastle scuttle, his head on his knees, his arms about his head, in an attitude of unutterable despondency.
Johnson I found lying full length on the forecastle head, staring at the troubled churn of the forefoot, and I remembered with horror the suggestion Wolf Larsen had made.

It seemed likely to bear fruit.

I tried to break in on the man's morbid thoughts by calling him away, but he smiled sadly at me and refused to obey.
Leach approached me as I returned aft.
"I want to ask a favour, Mr.Van Weyden," he said.