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It was only next day, when Wainwright Island loomed to windward, close abeam, that Wolf Larsen opened his mouth in prophecy. He had attacked Johnson, been attacked by Leach, and had just finished whipping the pair of them. ¡¡¡¡'Leach,' he said, 'you know I'm going to kill you sometime or other, don't you?' ¡¡¡¡A snarl was the answer. ¡¡¡¡'And as for you, Johnson, you'll get so tired of life before I'm through with you that you'll fling yourself over the side. See if you don't.' ¡¡¡¡'That's suggestion,' he added, in an aside to me. 'I'll bet you a month's pay he acts upon it.' ¡¡¡¡I had cherished a hope that his victims would find an opportunity to escape while filling our water-barrels, but Wolf Larsen had selected his spot well. The Ghost lay half a mile beyond the surf-line of a lonely beach. Here debouched a deep gorge, with precipitous, volcanic walls which no man could scale. And here, under his direct supervision,- for he went ashore himself,- Leach and Johnson filled the small casks and rolled them down to the beach. They had no chance to make a break for liberty in one of the boats.