Part 5 (1/2)

The hesitation of the girl even to speak to him was very plain to Rainey. Suddenly she threw up her chin.

”Kindly find Doctor Carlsen,” she ordered, rather than requested. ”Ask him to come as soon as he can. I--” She turned uncertainly to her father.

”Can I help you to get him into the cabin?” asked Rainey.

She thanked him with lips, not eyes, and he a.s.sisted her to s.h.i.+ft the almost helpless man into his room and bunk. He was like a stuffed sack between them, save that his body twitched. While Rainey took most of the weight, he marveled at the strength of the slender girl and the way in which she applied it. Simms seemed to have fainted, to be on the verge of unconsciousness or even utter collapse. Rainey felt his wrist, and the pulse was almost imperceptible.

”I'll get the doctor immediately,” he said.

She nodded at him, chafing her father's hands, her own face pale, and a look of anxious fear in her eyes.

”Mighty funny sort of sciatica,” Rainey told himself as he hurried forward. He knew where Carlsen was, in the hunters' cozy quarters, playing poker. From the chips in front of him he had been winning heavily.

”The skipper's ill,” said Rainey. ”No pulse. Almost unconscious.”

Carlsen raised his eyebrows.

”Didn't know you were a physician,” he said. ”Just one of his spells.

I'll finish this hand. Too good to lay down. The skipper can wait for once.”

The hunters grinned as Carlsen took his time to draw his cards, make his bets and eventually win the pot on three queens.

”I wonder what your real game is?” Rainey asked himself as he affected to watch the play. According to his own announcement Carlsen was deliberately neglecting the father of the girl he was to marry and at the same time slighting the captain to his own men. Carlsen drew in his chips and leisurely made a note of the amount.

”Quite a while yet to settling-day,” he said to the players. ”Luck may swing all round the compa.s.s before then, boys. All right, Rainey, you needn't wait.”

Rainey ignored the omitted ”Mister.” He held the respect of the sailors, since he had shown his ability, but he knew that the hunters regarded him with an amused tolerance that lacked disrespect by a small margin.

To them he was only the amateur sailor. Rainey fancied that the doctor had contributed to this att.i.tude, and it did not lessen his score against Carlsen.

The captain did not make his appearance for that day, the next, or the next. The men began to roll eyes at one another when they asked after his health. Carlsen kept his own counsel, and Peggy Simms spent most of her time in the main cabin with her eyes always roving to her father's door. Rainey noticed that Tamada brought no food for the sick man.

Carlsen was the apparent controller of the schooner. Lund was quick to sense this.

”We got to block that Carlsen's game,” he said to Rainey. ”There's a n.i.g.g.e.r in the woodpile somewhere an' you an' me got to uncover him, matey, afore we reach Bering Strait, or you an' me'll finish this trip squattin' on the rocks of one of the Four Mountain Islands makin' faces at the gulls.

”I wish you c'ud git under the skin of that j.a.p. No use tryin' to git in with the crew or the hunters. They're ag'in' both of us--leastwise the hunters are. The hands don't count. They're jest plain hash.”

Lund spoke with an absolute contempt of the sailors that was characteristic of the man.

”You think they'd put a blind man ash.o.r.e that way?” asked Rainey.

”Carlsen would. In a minnit. He'd argy that you c'ud look out for me, seein' as we are chums. As for you, you've bin useful, but you can't navigate, an' you've helped train Hansen to yore work. You were in the way at the start, an' he'd jest as soon git rid of you that road as enny other. He don't intend you to have Bergstrom's share, by a jugful.”

Lund grinned as he spoke, and Rainey felt a little chill raise gooseflesh all over his body. It was not exactly fear, but--

”They don't look on us two as _mascots_,” went on Lund. ”But to git back to that j.a.p. Forewarned is forearmed. He ain't over an' above liked, but they've got used to him goin' back an' forth with their grub, an' they sort of despise him for a yellow-skinned coolie.

”Now Tamada ain't no coolie. I know j.a.ps. He's a cut above his job.

Cooks well enough for a swell billet ash.o.r.e if he wanted it. An' there ain't much goin' on that Tamada ain't wise to. See if you can't get next to him. Trubble is he's too d.a.m.n' neutral. He knows he's safe, becoz he's cook an' a d.a.m.n' good one. But he's wise to what Carlsen's playin'

at.