And now that we had Wolf Larsen in irons, how little did we need it! Like his first attack, his second had been accompanied by serious disablement. Maud made the discovery in the afternoon, while trying to give him nourishment9. He had shown signs of consciousness, and she had spoken to him, eliciting11 no response. He was lying on his left side at the time, and in evident pain. With a restless movement he rolled his head around, clearing his left ear from the pillow against which it had been pressed. At once he heard and answered her, and at once she came to me.
Pressing the pillow against his left ear, I asked him if he heard me, but he gave no sign. Removing the pillow and repeating the question, I was answered promptly12 that he did.
'Do you know you are deaf in the right ear?' I asked.
'Yes,' he answered in a low, strong voice, 'and worse than that. My whole right side is affected13. It seems asleep. I cannot move arm or leg.'
'Feigning again?' I demanded angrily.
He shook his head, his stern mouth shaping a strange, twisted smile. It was indeed a twisted smile, for it was on the left side only, the facial muscles of the right side moving not at all.
'That was the last stroke of the Wolf,' he said. 'I am paralyzed; I shall never walk again. Oh, only on the right side,' he added, as though divining the suspicious glance I flung at his left leg, the knee of which had just then drawn14 up and elevated the blankets.
'It's unfortunate,' he continued. 'I'd like to have done for you first, Hump. And I thought I had that much left in me.'
'But why?' I asked, partly in horror, partly out of curiosity.
Again his mouth framed the twisted smile, as he said:
'Oh, just to be alive, to be living and doing, to be the biggest big of the ferment15 to the end- to eat you. But to die this way-'
He shrugged16 his shoulders, or attempted to shrug17 them, rather, for the left shoulder alone moved. Like the smile, the shrug was twisted.
'But how can you account for it?' I asked. 'Where is the seat of trouble?'
'The brain,' he said at once. 'It was those cursed headaches brought it on.'
'Symptoms,' I said.
He nodded his head. 'There is no accounting18 for it. I was never sick in my life. Something's gone wrong with my brain. A cancer or tumor19 or something of that nature- a thing that devours20 and destroys. It's attacking my nerve centers, eating them up, bit by bit, cell by cell- from the pain.'
'The motor centers, too,' I suggested.
'So it would seem. And the curse of it is that I must lie here, conscious, mentally unimpaired, knowing that the lines are going down, breaking bit by bit communication with the world. I cannot see; hearing and feeling are leaving me: at this rate I shall soon cease to speak. Yet all the time I shall be here, alive, active, and powerless.'
'When you say you are here, I'd suggest the likelihood of the soul,' I said.
'Bosh!' was his retort. 'It simply means that in the attack on my brain the higher psychical21 centers are untouched. I can remember, think, and reason. When that goes, I go. I am not. The soul?'
He broke out in mocking laughter, then turned his left ear to the pillow as a sign that he wished no further conversation.
Maud and I went about our work oppressed by the fearful fate which had overtaken him- how fearful we were yet fully22 to realize. There was the awfulness of retribution about it. Our thoughts were deep and solemn, and we spoke10 to each other scarcely above whispers.
'You might remove the handcuffs,' he said that night, as we stood in consultation23 over him. 'It's dead safe. I'm a paralytic24 now. The next thing to watch out for is bedsores.'
He smiled his twisted smile, and Maud, her eyes wide with horror, was compelled to turn away her head.
'Do you know that your smile is crooked25?' I asked him; for I knew that she must attend him, and I wished to save her as much as possible.
'Then I shall smile no more,' he said calmly. 'I thought something was wrong. My right cheek has been numb26 all day. Yes, and I've had warnings of this for the last three days, by spells: my right side seemed going to sleep, sometimes arm or hand, sometimes leg or foot.
'So my smile is crooked?' he queried27, a short while after. 'Well, consider henceforth that I smile internally with my soul, if you please- my soul. Consider that I am smiling now.'
And for the space of several minutes he lay there, quiet, indulging his grotesque28 fancy.
The man of him was not changed. It was the old, indomitable, terrible Wolf Larsen imprisoned29 somewhere within that flesh which had once been so invincible30 and splendid. Now it bound him with insentient fetters31, walling his soul in darkness and silence, blocking it from the world which to him had been a riot of action. No more would he 'conjugate32 the verb to do in every mood and tense.' 'To be' was all that remained to him- to be, as he had defined death, without movement; to will, but not to execute; to think and reason, and in his spirit to be as alive as ever, but in the flesh to be dead, quite dead.
And yet, though I even removed the handcuffs, we could not adjust ourselves to his condition. Our minds revolted. To us he was full of potentiality. We knew not to expect of him next, what fearful thing, rising above the flesh, he might break out and do. Our experience warranted this state of mind, and we went about with anxiety always upon us.
I had solved the problem which had arisen through the shortness of the shears. By means of the watch-tackle (I had made a new one) I heaved the butt34 of the foremast across the rail and then lowered it to the deck. Next, by means of the shears, I hoisted35 the main-boom on board. Its forty feet of length would supply the height necessary properly to swing the mast. By means of a secondary tackle I had attached to the shears, I swung the boom to a nearly perpendicular36 position, then lowered the butt to the deck, where, to prevent slipping, I spiked37 great cleats around it. The single block of my original shears- tackle I had attached to the end of the boom. Thus by carrying this tackle to the windlass I could raise and lower the end of the boom at will, the butt always remaining stationary38, and by means of guys I could swing the boom from side to side. To the end of the boom I had likewise rigged a hoisting39-tackle, and when the whole arrangement was complete I could not but be startled by the power and latitude it gave me.
Of course two days' work was required for the accomplishment40 of this part of my task, and it was not till the morning of the third day that I swung the foremast from the deck and proceeded to square its butt to fit the step. Here I was especially awkward. I sawed and chopped and chiseled41 the weathered wood till it had the appearance of having been gnawed42 by some gigantic mouse. But it fitted.
'It will work- I know it will work!' I cried.
Wolf Larsen had received another stroke. He had lost his voice, or was losing it. He had only intermittent43 use of it. As he phrased it, the wires were like the stock market, now up, now down. Occasionally the wires were up and he spoke as well as ever, though slowly and heavily. Then speech would suddenly desert him, in the middle of a sentence perhaps, and for hours, sometimes we would wait for the connection to be reestablished. He complained of great pain in his head, and it was during this period that he arranged a system of communication against the time when speech should leave him altogether- one pressure of the hand for 'yes,' two for 'no.' It was well that it was arranged, for by evening his voice had gone from him. By hand pressures, after that, he answered our questions, and when he wished to speak he scrawled44 his thoughts with his left hand, quite legibly, on a sheet of paper.
The fierce winter had now descended45 upon us. Gale46 followed gale, with snow and sleet47 and rain. The seals had started on their great southern migration48, and the rookery was virtually deserted49. I worked feverishly50. In spite of the bad weather, and of the wind which especially hindered me, I was on deck from daylight till dark, and making substantial progress.
I profited by my lesson learned through raising the shears, and then climbed them to attach the guys. To the top of the foremast, which was lifted conveniently from the deck, I attached the rigging, stays, and throat-and peak-halyards. As usual, I had underrated the amount of work involved in this portion of the task, and two long days were necessary to complete it. And there was so much yet to be done: the sails, for instance, had to be made over.
While I toiled51 at rigging the foremast, Maud sewed on the canvas, ready always to drop everything and come to my assistance when more hands than two were required. The canvas was heavy and hard, and she sewed with the regular sailor's palm and the three-cornered sail-needle. Her hands were soon sadly blistered52, but she struggled bravely on, and, in addition, did the cooking and took care of the sick man.
'A fig53 for superstition,' I said on Friday morning. 'That mast goes in today.'
Everything was ready for the attempt. Carrying the boom-tackle to the windlass, I hoisted the mast nearly clear of the deck. Making this tackle fast, I took to the windlass the shears-tackle (which was connected with the end of the boom), and with a few turns had the mast perpendicular and clear.
Maud clapped her hands the instant she was relieved from holding the turn, crying:
'It works! It works! We'll trust our lives to it!'
Then she assumed a rueful expression.
'It's not over the hole,' she said. 'Will you have to begin all over?'
I smiled in superior fashion, and, slacking off on one of the boom-guys and taking in on the other, swung the mast perfectly54 in the center of the deck. Still it was not over the hole. Again the rueful expression came on her face, and again I smiled in a superior way. Slacking away on the boom-tackle and hoisting an equivalent amount on the shears-tackle, I brought the butt of the mast into position directly over the hole in the deck. Then I gave Maud careful instructions for lowering away, and went into the hold to the step on the schooner's bottom.
I called to her, and the mast moved easily and accurately55. Straight toward the square hole of the step the square butt descended; but as it descended it slowly twisted, so that square would not fit into square. But I had not even a moment's indecision. Calling to Maud to cease lowering, I went on deck and made the watch-tackle fast to the mast with a rolling hitch56. I left Maud to pull on it while I went below. By the light of the lantern I saw the butt twist slowly around till its sides coincided with the sides of the step. Maud made fast and returned to the windlass. Slowly the butt descended the several intervening inches, at the same time slightly twisting again. Once more Maud rectified57 the twist with the watch-tackle, and once more she lowered away from the windlass. Square fitted into square. The mast was stepped.
I raised a shout, and she ran down to see. In the yellow lantern-light we peered at what we had accomplished58. We looked at each other, and our hands felt their way and clasped. The eyes of both of us, I think, were moist with the joy of success.
'It was done so easily, after all,' I remarked. 'All the work was in the preparation.'
'And all the wonder in the completion,' Maud added. 'I can scarcely bring myself to realize that that great mast is really up and in- that you have lifted it from the water, swung it through the air, and deposited it here where it belongs. It is a Titan's task.'
'And they made themselves many inventions-' I began merrily, then paused to sniff59 the air.
I looked hastily at the lantern. It was not smoking. Again I sniffed60.
'Something is burning,' Maud said with sudden conviction.
We sprang together for the ladder, but I raced past her to the deck. A dense61 volume of smoke was pouring out of the steerage companionway.
'The Wolf is not yet dead,' I muttered to myself as I sprang down through the smoke.
It was so thick in the confined space that I was compelled to feel my way; and, so potent33 was the spell of Wolf Larsen on my imagination, I was quite prepared for the helpless giant to grip my neck in a stranglehold. I hesitated, the desire to race back and up the steps to the deck almost overpowering me. Then I recollected62 Maud. The vision of her, as I had last seen her, in the lantern-light of the schooner's hold, her brown eyes warm and moist with joy, flashed before me, and I knew that I could not go back.
I was choking and suffocating63 by the time I reached Wolf Larsen's bunk64. I reached in my hand and felt for him. He was lying motionless, but moved slightly at the touch of my hand. I felt over and under his blankets. There was no warmth, no sign of fire. Yet that smoke which blinded me and made me cough and gasp65 must have a source. I lost my head temporarily, and dashed frantically66 about the steerage. A collision with the table partly knocked the wind from my body and brought me to myself. I reasoned that a helpless man could start a fire only near to where he lay.
I returned to Wolf Larsen's bunk. There I encountered Maud. How long she had been there in that suffocating atmosphere I could not guess.
'Go up on deck,' I commanded peremptorily67.
'But, Humphrey-' she began to protest in a queer, husky voice.
'Please! please!' I shouted at her, harshly.
She drew away obediently; and then I thought, What if she cannot find the steps? I started after her, to stop at the foot of the companionway. Perhaps she had gone up. As I stood there, hesitant, I heard her cry softly:
'Oh, Humphrey, I am lost!'
I found her fumbling68 at the wall of the after-bulkhead, and, half leading, half carrying her, I took her up the companionway. The pure air was like nectar. Maud was only faint and dizzy, and I left her lying on the deck when I took my second plunge69 below.
The source of the smoke must be very close to Wolf Larsen: my mind was made up to this, and I went straight to his bunk. As I felt among his blankets, something hot fell on the back of my hand. It burned me, and I jerked my hand away. Then I understood. Through the cracks in the bottom of the upper bunk he had set fire to the mattress70. He still retained sufficient use of his left arm to do this. The damp straw of the mattress, fired from beneath and denied air, had been smoldering71 all the while.
As I dragged the mattress out of the bunk it seemed to disintegrate72 in mid-air, at the same time bursting into flames. I beat out the burning remnants of straw in the bulk, then made a dash for the deck for fresh air.
Several buckets of water sufficed to put out the burning mattress in the middle of the steerage floor; and ten minutes later, when the smoke had fairly cleared, I allowed Maud to come below. 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. Nothing to disturb me. Concentration is perfect. I am all here and more than here.'
It was like a message from the night of the grave, for this man's body had become his mausoleum. And there, in so strange a sepulcher73, his spirit fluttered and lived. It would flutter and live till the last line of communication was broken, and after that who was to say how much longer it might continue to flutter and live?
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imprisonment
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latitude
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drizzling
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shears
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schooner
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nourishment
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spoke
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eliciting
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promptly
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affected
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shrug
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accounting
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tumor
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devours
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psychical
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consultation
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paralytic
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crooked
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queried
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grotesque
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imprisoned
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invincible
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fetters
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spiked
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accomplishment
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intermittent
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gale
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sleet
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migration
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feverishly
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toiled
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accurately
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