fog a panic in a crowd which of a tan at community of interest is not so terrible as a panic � la one is by and such a panic i now was i drifting tbe red faced man had said that through the golden gate was i then win carried out to sea and the life in which i was it not liable to go to pieces at any moment such things being made of paper and hollow became and lost all � and i could not swim a stroke and i was alone apparently in the midst of a gray s i confess that a madness seized me that i as the women had shrieked and beat the with my hands how long this lasted i have no conception for a of which i remember no more than one of troubled and painful sleep when i d k � as after centuries of time and i saw almost above me and emerging from the fog the bow of a vessel sails each the other and with wind where the bow cut the water there wa � pot foaming and and i seemed directly in its tried to cry out but was too exhausted the bow lo the sea wolf plunged down just missing me and sending a d water clear over my head then the long black side o the vessel began slipping past so near that i could have touched it with my hands i tried to reach it in a mad resolve to into the wood with my nails but my arms were heavy and lifeless again i strove to call out but made no sound the stern of the vessel shot by dropping as it did so into a hollow between the waves and i caught a glimpse of a man standing at the wheel and of another man who seemed to be doing little else than smoke a r i saw the smoke issuing from his lips as he slowly turned head and glanced out over the water in my direction it was a careless glance one of those things men do when they have no immediate call to do anything in particular but act because they are alive and must do something but life and death were in that glance i could see th vessel being swallowed up in the fog i saw the back ol the man at the wheel and the head of the other man turning slowly turning as his gaze struck the water and ally lifted along it toward mc his face wore an absent expression as of deep thought and i became afraid that if his eyes did light upon mc he would nevertheless not see me his eyes did light upon me and looked into mine and ho did sec me for he sprang to the wheel thrusting the other man aside and whirled it round and round hand over hand at the same time shouting orders of some sort the vessel seemed to go off at a to its former course and almost instantly from view into the fog i felt myself slipping into and tried with all the power of my will to fight above the the sea wolf ii and that was rising around me a i heard the stroke of oars growing nearer and aad the calls of a man when he was very near i vi in vexed fashion why in hell don t i ling out this meant i thought and then rose over me u chapter ii i seemed swinging in a mighty through or sparkling points of light and st past me they were stars i knew and come that peopled my flight among the as i reached t limit of my swing and prepared to rush back on the swing a great struck and thundered for an i period in the rippling of placid a i enjoyed and pondered my tremendous flight but a change came over the face of the dream foi dream i told myself it must be my grew and shorter i was jerked from swing to counter with haste i could scarcely catch my so fiercely was i impelled through the heavens the go thundered more frequently and more furiously i grew await it with a nameless dread then it seemed as i were being dragged over sands white and hot the sun this gave place to a sense of intolerable my skin was in the torment of fire the and the sparkling points of light flash past me in an interminable stream as though the wh system were dropping into the void i caught my breath painfully and opened my eyes t men were kneeling beside me working over me mighty was the lift and forward plunge of a st on the sea the terrific was a pan on the wall that rattled and with each leap the sea wolf i ik up tbe sands were a man s hard mj naked chest i under the or it and half lifted my head my chest was raw ud red and i could see tiny blood starting h the torn and that ll do one of the men said t m� you ve weu rubbed ail the s skin t the address ed a a man of the heavy type ceased me and arose to feet the man who had spoken to him was a with the clean lines and weakly pretty face of the man who has absorbed the of bow bells with his mother s milk a � cap on his head and a dirty sack about his proclaimed him cook of the decidedly dirty ih i i in which i found myself an ow now sir he asked with the � which comes only of generations of ancestors for reply i twisted weakly into a sitting posture and � ai helped by to my feet the rattle and bang if the 