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“doubled in a bight.” It is the work of a moment. 
He has grasped the harpoon: the water is in mo¬ 
tion. Puffing with pent-up respiration, the walrus is 
within a couple of fathoms, close before him. Myouk 
rises slowly; his right arm thrown back, the left flat 
at his side. The walrus looks about him, shaking the 
water from his crest: Myouk throws up his left arm; 
NOZZLE OF HARPOON-HEAD. 
and the animal, rising breast-high, fixes one look before 
he plunges. It has cost him all that curiosity can 
cost: the harpoon is buried under his left flipper. 
Though the awuk is down in a moment, Myouk is 
running at desperate speed from the scene of his vic¬ 
tory, paying off his coil freely, but clutching the end 
by its loop. lie seizes as he runs a small stick of 
bone, rudely pointed with iron, and by a sudden 
