An' wasn't there the Governor of Kura Island, an' the Chief iv Police, Japanese gentlemen, sir, an' didn't they come aboard the _Ghost_ as his guests, a-bringin' their wives along--wee an' pretty little bits of things like you see 'em painted on fans.

An' as he was a-gettin' under way, didn't the fond husbands get left astern-like in their sampan, as it might be by accident?
An' wasn't it a week later that the poor little ladies was put ashore on the other side of the island, with nothin' before 'em but to walk home acrost the mountains on their weeny-teeny little straw sandals which wouldn't hang together a mile?
Don't I know?
'Tis the beast he is, this Wolf Larsen--the great big beast mentioned iv in Revelation; an' no good end will he ever come to.

But I've said nothin' to ye, mind ye.

I've whispered never a word; for old fat Louis'll live the voyage out if the last mother's son of yez go to the fishes." "Wolf Larsen!" he snorted a moment later.

"Listen to the word, will ye! Wolf--'tis what he is.