He smoked his cigar and looked on quietly till the thing was accomplished, and then paced aft by my side along the weather poop.
"Hump," he said, "I beg pardon, Mr.Van Weyden, I congratulate you.

I think you can now fire your father's legs back into the grave to him.
You've discovered your own and learned to stand on them.

A little rope-work, sail-making, and experience with storms and such things, and by the end of the voyage you could ship on any coasting schooner." It was during this period, between the death of Johansen and the arrival on the sealing grounds, that I passed my pleasantest hours on the _Ghost_.

Wolf Larsen was quite considerate, the sailors helped me, and I was no longer in irritating contact with Thomas Mugridge.

And I make free to say, as the days went by, that I found I was taking a certain secret pride in myself.