1 As the days went by, Smoke's prophecy was verified.
2 "I see Cooky's finish," I heard Smoke say to Horner.
3 It was Smoke's unmistakable voice, crying from the masthead.
4 "Now, watch me take Kelly's right oar," Smoke said, drawing a more careful aim.
5 Smoke the irrepressible related a story, and they descended into the steerage, bellowing with laughter.
6 Smoke, who had descended to the deck and was now standing by my side, began to chuckle in a significant way.
7 I had observed Henderson and Smoke loitering about the deck all morning, and I now learned why they were there.
8 There are signs of rampant bad temper in the steerage, and the gossip is going around that Smoke and Henderson have had a fight.
9 On the morning of the third day, shortly after eight bells, a cry that the boat was sighted came down from Smoke at the masthead.
10 Jock Horner and Smoke alone were unabashed, stealing stealthy glances at her now and again, and even taking part in the conversation.
11 "And still no more dead men," I twitted Louis, when Smoke and Henderson, side by side, in friendly conversation, took their first exercise on deck.
12 Horner and Smoke had been displaying a gallantry toward Maud Brewster, ludicrous in itself and inoffensive to her, but to him evidently distasteful.
13 In the afternoon Smoke and Henderson fell foul of each other, and a fusillade of shots came up from the steerage, followed by a stampede of the other four hunters for the deck.
14 Henderson seems the best of the hunters, a slow-going fellow, and hard to rouse; but roused he must have been, for Smoke had a bruised and discoloured eye, and looked particularly vicious when he came into the cabin for supper.
15 The hunters are looking for a shooting scrape at any moment between Smoke and Henderson, whose old quarrel has not healed, while Wolf Larsen says positively that he will kill the survivor of the affair, if such affair comes off.
16 One of the hunters, a little dark-eyed man whom his mates called "Smoke," was telling stories, liberally intersprinkled with oaths and obscenities; and every minute or so the group of hunters gave mouth to a laughter that sounded to me like a wolf-chorus or the barking of hell-hounds.
17 The hunters possibly no more than tolerated me, though none of them disliked me; while Smoke and Henderson, convalescent under a deck awning and swinging day and night in their hammocks, assured me that I was better than any hospital nurse, and that they would not forget me at the end of the voyage when they were paid off.
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