"That is, you and I will live aboard, friendly or not with Wolf Larsen." "It's childish," I laughed later, "for him to do such things, and for me to grow angry over them, for that matter." But my heart smote me when we climbed aboard and looked at the havoc he had done.

The shears were gone altogether.

The guys had been slashed right and left.

The throat-halyards which I had rigged were cut across through every part.

And he knew I could not splice.