The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-04-29
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 It was. the question nat. 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. 1T 10 not
right" she concluded.
"That is a question you must settle
with Mr.. Van Weyden there" he re-
Piled, nodding to me with mischie-
yous twinkle. Mr.. Van Weyden 10
what you may call an authority on
such things as rights. Now l. who am
only q sailor, would look upon the ait
uatlon somewhat differently. It may
possibly be your misfortune that you
have to remain With us. but It ID GER
tainly our good fortune" Y
Il may be taken on by some passing
vessel, perhaps" she suggested.
There Will be no passing vessels,
except other sealing schooners." Wolf
Larsen made answer.
II have no clothes, nothing" she OBJ
iected. "You hardly realize. sir, that
I am not 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-
den there. accustomed to having things
done for you. Well, think doing .
few things yourself will hardly dislo-
cate any joints. BY the way. what do
you do for 3 living?"
She regarded him with amaxement
unconcealed.
II mean no offense. believe me. Peo-
pie eat, therefore they must procure
tho 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 ~
'sisting me- Now what do you DOT"
She shrugged her shoulders.
eat present" she said. after slight
pause. Il earn about eighteen hundred
dollars Z 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. Vol
LArsen was undisguised in his admi
ration.
.'sslary or pieceWorkr he asked.
sPiecswork." she answered prompt
"rifhteen hundred" be calculated
THAT'S : hundred and nifty dollars .
n3ooth. WelkT Mics Brewster, there
!. q uothine small ebou1 the Ghost
ConsI6or yourself On salary during III
fiul6 yoe remain with -
& Icn y opcspt u>m Vi0 eQpe