The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1916-05-12
CHAPTER XVIII.

The remainder OF the day passed
uneventfully. Miss Brewster, we had
learned her name from the engineer
slept on and on. At supper | request
ed the hunters to lower their voices
so she was not disturbed; and 1t was
not till next morning that she made
her appearance. 1t had been my in.
tention to have her meals served apart,
but Wolf Larsen put down his foot.
Who was she that she should be too
good for cabin table and cabin society?
had been his demand.
Wolf Larsen had little to say at
first. doing no more than reply when
he was addressed. Not that he was
abashed. Far from 1t. His was the
perfect poise. the supreme confidence
In self. which nothing could shake;
and he was no more timid of woman
than he was of storm and battle.
And when shall we arrive at Yoko-
hama?" she asked, turning to him and
loking him sQuarely in the eyes.
There 1t was, the question fat. The
jaws stopped working, the ears ceased
webbing. and though eyes remained
glued on plates, each man listened
greedily for the answer.
I'm four months, possibly three II
the season closes early" Wolf Larsen
said.
She caught her breath. and STAN.
mered, IL thought was given to
understand that Yokohama was only
days sail away. It." Here she
paused and looked about the table at
the circle Of unsympathetic faces star
ing hard at the plates. ut is not
right" she concluded.
That is question you must settle
with Mr.. Van Weyden there" he re-
piled. nodding to me with mischie-
vous twinkle. mr.. Van Weyden is
what you may call an authority on
such things as rights. Now l, who am
only a sailor, would look upon the sit.
uation somewhat differently. It may
possibly be your misfortune that you
have to remain with US, but It is GER
tainly our good fortune"
Il may be taken Of by some passing
vessel. perhaps" she suggested.
There will be no passing vessels,
except other sealing schooners," Wolf
Larsen made answer.
Il have no clothes, nothing" she OBJ
jected. you hardly realize. sir, that
| am not a man. or that am unaccus-
toned to the vagrant, careless life
which you and your men seem to
lead"
Il suppose you're like Mr.. Van Wey-
len there. accustomed to having things
done for you. Well, ! think doing a
few things yourself will hardly dislo-
cate any joints. BY the way. what do
you do for living?"
She regarded him with amazement
Il mean no offense. believe me. Peo- |
Pile eat, therefore they must procure
the wherewithal. These men here
shoot seals in order to live; for the
same reason sail this schooner; and |
Mr.. Van Weyden. for the present at
any rate. earns his salty grub by as
sisting me. Now what do you dot"
She shrugged her shoulders
eat present" she. said. after slight |
pause. Il earn about eighteen hundred |
collars q year"
With one accord. all eyes left the
plates and settled on her. A woman
who earned eighteen hundred dollars
! year was worth looking at Wolf |
larsen was undisguised in his admi. !,
,ation.
Salary or piecevork?" be asked.
"Piecework." she answered prompt.
y.
Eighteen hundred" he calculated.
That's a hundred and fifty dollars a
month. Well. Miss Brewster, there
5 nothing small about the Ghost.
consider yourself on salary during the
ime you remain with US"
She made no acknowledgment. She
yas too unused as yet to the whims OF
he man to accept them with eQua-
Unity.
Il forgot 70 fnouinas he want On