The Abduction of Psyche

The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
I ran forward, and had the downhaul of the flying jib all in and fast as we slipped by the boat a hundred feet to leeward. The three men in it gazed at us suspiciously. They had been hogging the sea, and they knew Wolf Larsen by reputation at any rate. I noted that the hunter, a huge Scandinavian sitting in the bow, held his rifle, ready to hand, across his knees. It should have been in its proper place in the rack. When they came opposite our stern, Wolf Larsen greeted them with a wave of the hand, and cried: ¡¡¡¡'Come on aboard and have a "gam"?' ¡¡¡¡'To gam,' among the sealing-schooners, is a substitute for the verbs 'to visit,' 'to gossip.' It expresses the garrulity of the sea, and is a pleasant break in the monotony of the life. ¡¡¡¡The Ghost swung around into the wind, and I finished my work forward in time to run aft and lend a hand with the main-sheet. ¡¡¡¡'You will please stay on deck, Miss Brewster,' Wolf Larsen said, as he started forward to meet his guest. 'And you, too, Mr. Van Weyden.'