d
them again, and defiantly, to mine. I read the unspoken question there:
was it right? But I had decided that the part I was to play must be a
neutral one, so I did not answer.

"What do you think?" she demanded.

"That it is unfortunate, especially if you have any engagements falling
due in the course of the next several months. But, since you say that
you were voyaging to Japan for your health, I can assure you that it will
improve no better anywhere than aboard the _Ghost_."

I saw her eyes flash with indignation, and this time it was I who dropped
mine, while I felt my face flushing under her gaze. It was cowardly, but
what else could I do?

"Mr. Van Weyden speaks with the voice of authority," Wolf Larsen laughed.

I nodded my head, and she, having recovered herself, waited expectantly.

"Not that he is much to speak of now," Wolf Larsen went on, "but he has
improved wonderfully. You should have seen him when he came on board. A
more scrawny, pitiful specimen of humanity one could hardly conceive.
Isn't that so, Kerfoot?"

Kerfoot, thus directly addressed, was startled into dropping his knife on
the floor, though he managed to grunt affirmation.

"Developed himself by peeling potatoes and washing dishes. Eh, Kerfoot?"

Again that worthy grunted.

"Look at him now. True, he is not what you would term muscular, but
still he has muscles, which is more than he had when he came aboard.
Also, he has legs to stand on. You would not think so to look at him,
but he was quite unable to stand alone at first."

The hunters were snickering, but she looked at me with a sympathy in her
eyes which more than compensated for Wolf Larsen's nastiness. In truth,
it had been so long since I had received sympathy that I was softened,
and I became then, and gladly, her willing slave. But I was angry with
Wolf Larsen. He was challenging my manhood with his slurs, challenging
the very legs he claimed to be instrumental in getting for me.

"I may have learned to stand on my own legs," I retorted. "But I have
yet to stamp upon others with them."

He looked at me insolently. "Your education is only half completed,
then," he said dryly, and turned to her.

"We are very hospitable upon the _Ghost_. Mr. Van Weyden has discovered
that. We do everything to make our guests feel at home, eh, Mr. Van
Weyden?"

"Even to the peeling of potatoes and the washing of dishes," I answered,
"to say nothing to wringing their ne