I made no complaint, but Wolf Larsen demanded the most punctilious sea etiquette in my case,--far more than poor Johansen had ever received; and at the expense of several rows, threats, and much grumbling, he brought the hunters to time.

I was "Mr.Van Weyden" fore and aft, and it was only unofficially that Wolf Larsen himself ever addressed me as "Hump." It was amusing.

Perhaps the wind would haul a few points while we were at dinner, and as I left the table he would say, "Mr.Van Weyden, will you kindly put about on the port tack." And I would go on deck, beckon Louis to me, and learn from him what was to be done.

Then, a few minutes later, having digested his instructions and thoroughly mastered the manoeuvre, I would proceed to issue my orders.

I remember an early instance of this kind, when Wolf Larsen appeared on the scene just as I had begun to give orders.