"I never thought of it in that way before.

But is the opposite true?
If you are braver than I, am I more cowardly than you ?" We both laughed at the absurdity, and he dropped down to the deck and rested his rifle across the rail.

The bullets we had received had travelled nearly a mile, but by now we had cut that distance in half.

He fired three careful shots.

The first struck fifty feet to windward of the boat, the second alongside; and at the third the boat-steerer let loose his steering-oar and crumpled up in the bottom of the boat.
"I guess that'll fix them," Wolf Larsen said, rising to his feet.