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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 would 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. HAPTER EIGHTEEN. ¡¡¡¡THE NEXT DAY, WHILE THE STORM was blowing itself out, Wolf Larsen and I 'crammed' anatomy and surgery and set Mugridge's ribs. Then, when the storm broke, Wolf Larsen cruised back and forth over that portion of the ocean where we had encountered it, and somewhat more to the westward, while the boats