I was trembling all over, and I could feel the shivers running up and down my spine and the sweat standing out on my forehead.
Surely there can be little in this world more awful than the spectacle of a strong man in the moment when he is utterly weak and broken.
But Wolf Larsen regained control of himself by an exertion of his remarkable will.

And it was exertion.

His whole frame shook with the struggle.

He resembled a man on the verge of a fit.

His face strove to compose itself, writhing and twisting in the effort till he broke down again.