1 You are a god, and God cannot be killed.
2 I often wondered why Wolf Larsen did not kill him and make an end of it.
3 "But I do not feel calm; I could kill the man who robbed me," he interrupted.
4 I could kill you now, with a blow of my fist, for you are a miserable weakling.
5 "And you know that I would kill an unarmed man as readily as I would smoke a cigar," he went on.
6 Both he and Johnson would have killed Wolf Larsen at the slightest opportunity, but the opportunity never came.
7 His captain could have killed him, and I doubt not that blood would have flowed had not Maud Brewster been present.
8 I was armed with the regular club with which the boat-pullers killed the wounded seals gaffed aboard by the hunters.
9 Besides, I was myself aware of hurt at thought of this man whom I had tried to kill, dying alone with his fellow-creatures so near.
10 Feet with which to clutch the ground, legs to stand on and to help withstand, while with arms and hands, teeth and nails, I struggle to kill and to be not killed.
11 Feet with which to clutch the ground, legs to stand on and to help withstand, while with arms and hands, teeth and nails, I struggle to kill and to be not killed.
12 But there were coastwise skippers I would have returned and killed when a man's strength came to me, only the lines of my life were cast at the time in other places.
13 And yet, you little rag puppet, you little echoing mechanism, you are unable to kill me as you would a snake or a shark, because I have hands, feet, and a body shaped somewhat like yours.
14 Leach could have killed him, but, having evidently filled the measure of his vengeance, he drew away from his prostrate foe, who was whimpering and wailing in a puppyish sort of way, and walked forward.
15 He frankly states that the position he takes is based on no moral grounds, that all the hunters could kill and eat one another so far as he is concerned, were it not that he needs them alive for the hunting.
16 The hunters are looking for a shooting scrape at any moment between Smoke and Henderson, whose old quarrel has not healed, while Wolf Larsen says positively that he will kill the survivor of the affair, if such affair comes off.
17 After a good day's killing I have seen our decks covered with hides and bodies, slippery with fat and blood, the scuppers running red; masts, ropes, and rails spattered with the sanguinary colour; and the men, like butchers plying their trade, naked and red of arm and hand, hard at work with ripping and flensing-knives, removing the skins from the pretty sea-creatures they had killed.
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