"And if you want to laugh at me, you have my consent and forgiveness." I arose obediently and went down the beach.
"Do be careful," she called after me.
I waved my arm from the forecastle head and dropped down to the deck.
Aft I walked to the cabin companion, where I contented myself with hailing below.

Wolf Larsen answered, and as he started to ascend the stairs I cocked my revolver.

I displayed it openly during our conversation, but he took no notice of it.

He appeared the same, physically, as when last I saw him, but he was gloomy and silent.

In fact, the few words we spoke could hardly be called a conversation.