Part 12 (1/2)

”Well,” said Jordan, ”I've nothing on hand until to-morrow. What's the matter with taking me? I'll hire a team somewhere and drive you. I can drop you at the ranch, and go on to Westminster.”

They arranged it during the next few minutes, and then Jimmy was rowed off to the _Tyee_. Prescott met him as he climbed on board, and a glance at his face showed Jimmy that things had not been going well.

”You will be wanted,” he said. ”Your father has been getting very shaky since you went away, and I don't quite see how he's to hold on to the schooner, now that he has lost that lumber contract and has to face the carpenter's bill. Guess he's worrying over it. Hasn't got up the last three days, and the doctor don't seem to know what is wrong with him.”

Jimmy went down into the little stern cabin with a sinking heart, and found Tom Wheelock lying propped up in his berth. He looked very old and haggard, and the perspiration stood beaded on his face, in which pale patches showed through the bronze.

”Glad you've got back, boy,” he said. ”You'll have to take hold soon--that is, if there's anything left to get a grip on. The old man's played out.”

This, it seemed to Jimmy, was painfully evident, and though he contrived to hide it, a sense of dismay crept over him as he sat down.

Tom Wheelock looked played out, and though his son was ready to take up his burden, he felt it would be heavy. He realized that through the compa.s.sion he felt, and then a sudden fit of anger against the man who had crushed his father came over him. The color darkened a trifle in his face, but he put a restraint upon himself.

”You'll be about again in a day or two,” he said cheerily. ”Now, tell me all about it. But first of all, what is the matter with you?”

The old man looked at him with a curious little smile. ”The doctor Bob brought off didn't quite seem to know, but I could have told him. Guess I'm done, boy. It's quite likely I'll crawl out on deck for a little while, but how's that going to count? n.o.body's going to have any more use for your father, Jimmy, and when the month is up Merril will take the schooner from him.”

Jimmy clenched a big brown fist, but his voice was very quiet. ”Well,”

he said, ”I want to understand what has happened since I went away.”

Wheelock reached out for the pipe that lay near him, and fumbled with it, spilling the tobacco with shaky fingers, until Jimmy quietly took it from him, and struck a match as he handed it back to him. The old man raised himself a trifle as he lighted it, and then laid a trembling hand on his son's arm.

”I guess I've worked as hard as most other men, but somehow I don't seem to have gone to windward as the rest did,” he said. ”Perhaps I was too easy with the money, and a little slack in other ways. Still, your blood's red, Jimmy, and there's a streak of hard sand in you. You got it from your mother; it was she who made me. Hard work don't count, boy.

You want to get your elbows into the other people who're standing in your way. Well, I'm glad there's that streak of grit in you. You'll get those fingers on the throat of the man who brought your father down, and gripe the life out of him, some day.”

He broke off abruptly, and fumbled with his pipe, which had gone out again. ”Let that go; it's fool talk, Jimmy. What do I want putting my trouble on to you? Guess you'll have plenty of your own, boy.”

”I think I asked you to tell me what Merril had done,” said Jimmy.

”Kept us here under repairs while the lumber was piling up on the sawmill wharf. I 'most guess he'd fixed the thing with the boss carpenter. I was to bring all that the people at the Inlet cut for Victoria or Vancouver down fast as it was ready, or they were to let up on the contract; but Jordan would have made things easy if Merril hadn't bought their stock and put the screw on hard.”

”It wouldn't be worth his while to buy the stock for that.”

”The thing's quite plain. He's playing a bigger game. Wants control of all that's going on along that coast, and its carrying. Guess I can't stop his getting the _Tyee_, and she's the second boat he has taken from me. Well, I may get a freight of ore in a week or two, and, it's quite likely, a load from a cannery--go up light--freight one way. How's that going to count, though, when there's the carpenter's bill to meet, and a big instalment on the bond with interest due?”

”How much?” Jimmy asked, harshly.

He sat silent a while, with a hard, set face, when his father told him.

”Then he must have the vessel. Still, he'll have to sell her by auction,” he said by and by.

”That won't count. When I've n.o.body to run the price up against him, it's quite easy for a man like Merril to fix the thing. He'll get one of his friends to buy her in at 'bout half her value, and the bond don't quite call for that. It isn't everybody wants a vessel, and the few men who do fix these things between them.”

Jimmy set his lips, and once more there was silence for a while. Then he looked up with a little abrupt movement. ”There's a question in front of us to be faced--and I'm going to find the answer; but we won't talk any more about it now. I'm going over with Jordan this afternoon to see Eleanor. You can get along until to-night without me?”

Wheelock made a sign of concurrence. ”I guess it's a thing you ought to do. Got a letter from her yesterday, and she was asking about you.

Eleanor's like you. Take after your mother, both of you, and, if anything, the harder grit's in her. You have to remember, Jimmy, you can't afford to show a soft spot when you're fighting a man like Merril.”