1 And still you struggle in my grip.
2 He sprang for me with a half-roar, gripping my arm.
3 And grip and thrill they did, till I fell asleep, murmuring them to myself over and over again.
4 Eighty feet beneath, I could see the agonized strain of his muscles as he gripped for very life.
5 Though stoutly mittened, my fingers were cold, and they pained from the grip on the steering-oar.
6 These muscles were made to grip, and tear, and destroy living things that get between me and life.
7 "I am a sick man; a very sick man, Hump," he said, as he left my sustaining grip and sank into a chair.
8 He had gripped me by the biceps with his single hand, and when that grip tightened I wilted and shrieked aloud.
9 He had gripped me by the biceps with his single hand, and when that grip tightened I wilted and shrieked aloud.
10 He hesitated, awkward and bashful, shifted his weight from one leg to the other, then blunderingly gripped my hand in a hearty shake.
11 It must have been latent savagery stirring in me, for the old words, so bound up with the roots of the race, to grip me and thrill me.
12 I cried aloud in awful fear, a wild inarticulate cry; and I caught one glimpse of his face, malignant and triumphant, as his other hand compassed my body and I was drawn down to him in a terrible grip.
13 It was so thick in the confined space that I was compelled to feel my way; and so potent was the spell of Wolf Larsen on my imagination, I was quite prepared for the helpless giant to grip my neck in a strangle hold.
14 His tremendous, dormant strength must have stirred, swiftly and accurately, or I must have slept a moment, for before I knew it he had stepped two paces forward, gripped my right hand in his, and held it up for inspection.
15 And then the wheel would reappear, and Wolf Larsen's broad shoulders, his hands gripping the spokes and holding the schooner to the course of his will, himself an earth-god, dominating the storm, flinging its descending waters from him and riding it to his own ends.
16 The knowledge that I loved her rushed upon me with the terror, and with both emotions gripping at my heart and causing my blood at the same time to chill and to leap riotously, I felt myself drawn by a power without me and beyond me, and found my eyes returning against my will to gaze into the eyes of Wolf Larsen.