It was the _Macedonia_.

I read her name through the glasses as she passed by scarcely a mile to starboard.

Wolf Larsen looked savagely at the vessel, while Maud Brewster was curious.
"Where is the trouble you were so sure was breezing up, Captain Larsen ?" she asked gaily.
He glanced at her, a moment's amusement softening his features.
"What did you expect?
That they'd come aboard and cut our throats ?" "Something like that," she confessed.

"You understand, seal-hunters are so new and strange to me that I am quite ready to expect anything." He nodded his head.

"Quite right, quite right.