He at once put the _Ghost_ upon her course--a course which meant the seal herd and not Yokohama harbour.

But the men were no longer eager as they pulled and hauled, and I heard curses amongst them, which left their lips smothered and as heavy and lifeless as were they.

Not so was it with the hunters.

Smoke the irrepressible related a story, and they descended into the steerage, bellowing with laughter.
As I passed to leeward of the galley on my way aft I was approached by the engineer we had rescued.

His face was white, his lips were trembling.
"Good God! sir, what kind of a craft is this ?" he cried.
"You have eyes, you have seen," I answered, almost brutally, what of the pain and fear at my own heart.
"Your promise ?" I said to Wolf Larsen.
"I was not thinking of taking them aboard when I made that promise," he answered.