 with pretty
sentiments and an almighty faith in human illusions. By the way, Mr. Van Weyden,
you'd better look in on Cooky. He's complaining and restless.«
    Thus was I bluntly dismissed from the poop, only to find Mugridge sleeping
soundly from the morphine I had given him. I made no haste to return on deck,
and when I did I was gratified to see Miss Brewster in animated conversation
with Wolf Larsen. As I say, the sight gratified me. She was following my advice.
And yet I was conscious of a slight shock or hurt in that she was able to do the
thing I had begged her to do and which she had notably disliked.
 

                                 Chapter XXIII

Brave winds, blowing fair, swiftly drove the Ghost northward into the seal herd.
We encountered it well up to the forty-fourth parallel, in a raw and stormy sea
across which the wind harried the fog-banks in eternal flight. For days at a
time we could never see the sun nor take an observation; then the wind would
sweep the face of the ocean clean, the waves would ripple and flash, and we
would learn where we were. A day of clear weather might follow, or three days or
four, and then the fog would settle down upon us, seemingly thicker than ever.
    The hunting was perilous; yet the boats, lowered day after day, were
swallowed up in the gray obscurity, and were seen no more till nightfall, and
often not till long after, when they would creep in like sea-wraiths, one by
one, out of the gray. Wainwright, - the hunter whom Wolf Larsen had stolen with
boat and men, - took advantage of the veiled sea and escaped. He disappeared one
morning in the encircling fog with his two men, and we never saw them again,
though it was not many days when we learned that they had passed from schooner
to schooner until they finally regained their own.
    This was the thing I had set my mind upon doing, but the opportunity never
offered. It was not in the mate's province to go out in the boats, and though I
manoeuvred cunningly for it, Wolf Larsen never granted me the privilege. Had he
done so, I should have managed somehow to carry Miss Brewster away with me. As
it was, the situation was approaching a stage which I was afraid to consider. I
involuntarily shunned the thought of it, and yet the thought continually arose
in my mind like a haunting spectre.
    I had read sea-romances in my time, wherein figured
