Even the wheel， quite a deal higher than the waist， was covered and swept again and again.At such moments I felt strangely alone with God， alone with him and watching the chaos of his wrath.And then the wheel would reappear， and Wolf Larsen's broad shoulders， his hands gripping the spokes and holding the schooner to the course of his will， himself an earth-god， dominating the storm， flinging its descending waters from him and riding it to his own ends.And oh， the marvel of it！ the marvel of it！ That tiny men should live and breathe and work， and drive so frail a contrivance of wood and cloth through so tremendous an elemental strife！
As before， the Ghost swung out of the trough， lifting her deck again out of the sea， and dashed before the howling blast.It was now half-past five， and half an hour later， when the last of the day lost itself in a dim and furious twilight， I sighted a third boat.It was bottom up， and there was no sign of its crew.Wolf Larsen repeated his man渦vre， holding off and then rounding up to windward and drifting down upon it.But this time he missed by forty feet， the boat passing astern.
"Number four boat！" Oofty-Oofty cried， his keen eyes reading its number in the one second when it lifted clear of the foam and upside down.
It was Henderson's boat， and with him had been lost Holy-oak and Williams， another of the deep-water crowd.Lost they indubitably were； but the boat remained， and Wolf Larsen made one more reckless effort to recover it.
I had come down to the deck， and I saw Horner and Kerfoot vainly protest against the attempt.
"By God， I'll not be robbed of my boat by any storm that ever blew out of hell！" he shouted， and though we four stood with our heads together that we might hear， his voice seemed faint and far， as though removed from us an immense distance.
"Mr.Van Weyden！" he cried， and I heard through the tumult as one might hear a whisper."Stand by that jib with Johnson and Oofty！ The rest of you tail aft to the main sheet！ Lively now！ Or I'll sail you all into Kingdom Come！ Understand？"And when he put the wheel hard over and the Ghost's bow swung off， there was nothing for the hunters to do but obey and make the best of a risky chance.How great the risk I realized when I was once more buried beneath the pounding seas and clinging for life to the pin-rail at the foot of the foremast.My fingers were torn loose， and swept across to the side and over the side into the sea.I could not swim， but before I could sink I was swept back again.A strong hand gripped me， and when the Ghost finally emerged， I found that I owed my life to Johnson.I saw him looking anxiously about him， and noted that Kelly， who had come forward at the last moment， was missing.
This time， having missed the boat and not being in the same position as in the previous instances， Wolf Larsen was compelled to resort to a different man渦vre.Running off before the wind with everything to starboard， he came about and returned close-hauled on the port tack.
"Grand！" Johnson shouted in my ear， as we successfully came through the attendant deluge， and I knew he referred， not to Wolf Larsen's seamanship， but to the performance of the Ghost herself.
It was now so dark that there was no sign of the boat； but Wolf Larsen held back through the frightful turmoil as if guided by unerring instinct.
This time， though we were continually half-buried， there was no trough in which to be swept， and we drifted squarely down upon the up-turned boat， badly smashing it as it was heaved inboard.
Two hours of terrible work followed， in which all hands of us， -- two hunters， three sailors， Wolf Larsen， and I， -- reefed， first one and then the other， the jib and mainsail.Hove to under this short canvas， our decks were comparatively free of water， while the Ghost bobbed and ducked amongst the combers like a cork.
I had burst open the ends of my fingers at the very first， and during the reefing I had worked with tears of pain running down my cheeks.And when all was done， I gave up like a woman and rolled upon the deck in the agony of exhaustion.
In the meantime Thomas Mugridge， like a drowned rat， was being dragged out from under the forecastle head where he had cravenly ensconced himself.
I saw him pulled aft to the cabin and noted with a shock of surprise that the galley had disappeared.A clean space of deck showed where it had stood.
In the cabin I found all hands assembled， sailors as well， and while coffee was being cooked over the small stove we drank whiskey and crunched hardtack.Never in my life had food been so welcome.And never had hot coffee tasted so good.So violently did the Ghost pitch and toss and tumble that it was impossible for even the sailors to move about without holding on， and several times， after a cry of "Now she takes it！" we were heaped upon the wall of the port cabins as though it had been the deck.
"To hell with a lookout，" I heard Wolf Larsen say when we had eaten and drunk our fill."There's nothing can be done on deck.If anything's going to run us down we couldn't get out of its way.Turn in， all hands， and get some sleep."The sailors slipped forward， setting the side-lights as they went， while the two hunters remained to sleep in the cabin， it not being deemed advisable to open the slide to the steerage companionway.Wolf Larsen and I， between us， cut off Kerfoot's crushed finger and sewed up the stump.Mugridge， who， during all the time he had been compelled to cook and serve coffee and keep the fire going， had complained of internal pains， now swore that he had a broken rib or two.On examination we found that he had three.
But his case was deferred to next day， principally for the reason that I did not know anything about broken ribs and would first have to read it up.
"I don't think it was worth it，" I said to Wolf Larsen， "a broken boat for Kelly's life.""But Kelly didn't amount to much，" was the reply."Good night."After all that had passed， suffering intolerable anguish in my finger ends， and with three boats missing， to say nothing of the wild capers the Ghost was cutting， I should have thought it impossible to sleep.
But my eyes must have closed the instant my head touched the pillow， and in utter exhaustion I slept throughout the night， the while the Ghost ， lonely and undirected， fought her way through the storm.