It had been my intention to have her meals served apart, but Wolf Larsen put down his foot.

Who was she that she should be too good for cabin table and cabin society?
had been his demand.
But her coming to the table had something amusing in it.

The hunters fell silent as clams.

Jock Horner and Smoke alone were unabashed, stealing stealthy glances at her now and again, and even taking part in the conversation.

The other four men glued their eyes on their plates and chewed steadily and with thoughtful precision, their ears moving and wobbling, in time with their jaws, like the ears of so many animals.
Wolf Larsen had little to say at first, doing no more than reply when he was addressed.