I RUN ALSO MYSELF. 
37) 
this world!” repeated th(^ doctor, as soon as he had 
sufficiently recovered his breath. 
“Veil, yes! — great pity!” added Hartman, spas- 
modically. “I don't vant to run ever so much again. 
Bierchaum, you run like a great fel-low; you have a 
great scare, I think, Bierchaum, I run also myself.” 
And so we pulled on hoard, the coxswain keeping an 
unusual silence, and all hands feeling most miserable 
and used up. That night we finished coaling, and the 
next day was one of rest. 
