"Hump runs the galley from now on, and Cooky pulls in his horns." Mugridge heard and shot a swift glance at me, but I gave no sign that the conversation had reached me.

I had not thought my victory was so far-reaching and complete, but I resolved to let go nothing I had gained.
As the days went by, Smoke's prophecy was verified.

The Cockney became more humble and slavish to me than even to Wolf Larsen.

I mistered him and sirred him no longer, washed no more greasy pots, and peeled no more potatoes.

I did my own work, and my own work only, and when and in what fashion I saw fit.