The yeast has grown stale." He gave a short, disagreeable laugh.

"I see you're working my philosophy back on me for all it is worth.

But don't make the mistake of under-estimating me.

For your own good I warn you." "Since when have you become a philanthropist ?" I queried.

"Confess, now, in warning me for my own good, that you are very consistent." He ignored my sarcasm, saying, "Suppose I clap the hatch on, now?
You won't fool me as you did in the lazarette." "Wolf Larsen," I said sternly, for the first time addressing him by this his most familiar name, "I am unable to shoot a helpless, unresisting man.