Wolf Larsen was unconscious, but it was a matter of minutes for the fresh air to restore him.

We were working over him, however, when he signed for paper and pencil.
"Pray do not interrupt me," he wrote.

"I am smiling." "I am still a bit of the ferment, you see," he wrote a little later.
"I am glad you are as small a bit as you are," I said.
"Thank you," he wrote.

"But just think of how much smaller I shall be before I die." "And yet I am all here, Hump," he wrote with a final flourish.

"I can think more clearly than ever in my life before.