Part 10 (1/2)

”Why, surely,” he said.

They relinquished hands slowly, and again Rainey felt something more than her mere grasp lingering, a slight tingling that warmed him to smile at her in a manner that brought a little color back to her cheeks.

”Thank you,” she said.

He watched her close the door of her cabin behind her before he remembered that she had not denied that she was to marry Carlsen. But he shrugged his shoulders as he started to smoke. At any rate, he told himself, she knows what kind of a chap he is--in what he calls business.

Presently he thought he heard her softly sobbing in her room, and he got up and paced the cabin, not entirely pleased with himself.

”I was a bit of a cad the way I went at her,” he thought, ”but that chap Carlsen sticks in my gorge. How any decent girl could think of mating up with him is beyond me--unless--by gad, I'll bet he's working through her father to pull it off! For the gold! If he's in love with her he's got a d.a.m.ned queer way of not showing it.”

The door from the galley corridor opened, and a head was poked in cautiously. Then Sandy came into the cabin.

”Beg pardon, Mister Rainey, sir,” said the roustabout, ”I was through with the dishes. I wanted to have a talk with yer.” His pop-eyes roamed about the cabin doubtfully.

”Come in here,” said Rainey, and ushered Sandy into his own quarters.

”Now, then,” he said, established on the bunk, while Sandy stood by the part.i.tion, slouching, irresolute, his slack jaw working as if he was chewing something, ”what is it, my lad?”

”They'd kick the stuffin' out of me if they knew this,” said Sandy.

”I've bin warned to hold my tongue. Deming said he'd cut it out if I chattered. An' he would. But--”

”But what? Sit down, Sandy; I won't give you away.”

”You went overboard after me, sir. None of them would. I've heard what Mr. Carlsen said, that I didn't ermount to nothin'. Mebbe I don't, but I've got my own reasons for hangin' on. Me, of course I don't ermount to much. Why would I? If I ever had mother an' father, I never laid eyes on 'em. I've made my own livin' sence I was eight. I've never 'ad enough grub in my belly till I worked for Tamada. The j.a.p slips me prime fillin'. He's only a j.a.p, but he's got more heart than the rest o' that b.l.o.o.d.y bunch put tergether.”

Rainey nodded.

”Tell me what you know, quickly. You may be wanted any minute.”

The words seemed to stick in the lad's dry throat, and then they came with a gush.

”It's the doc! It's Carlsen who's turned 'em into a lot of b.l.o.o.d.y bolsheviks, sir. Told 'em they ought to have an ekal share in the gold.

Ekal all round, all except Tamada--an' me. I don't count. An' Tamada's a j.a.p. The men is sore at Mr. Lund becoz he sez the skipper left him be'ind on the ice. Carlsen's worked that up, too. Said Lund made 'em all out to be cowards. 'Cept Hansen, that is. He don't dare say too much, or they'd jump him, but Hansen sort of hints that Cap'n Simms ought to have gone back after Lund, could have gone back, is the way Hansen put it. So they're all goin' to strike.”

Rainey's mind reacted swiftly to Sandy's talk. It seemed inconceivable that Carlsen would be willing to share alike with the hunters and the crew. Sandy's imagination had been running wild, or the men had been making a fool of him. The girl's share would be thrown into the common lot. And then flashed over him the trick by which Carlsen had disposed of all the ammunition in the hunters' possession. He had a deeper scheme than the one he fed to the hunters, and which he merely offered to serve some present purpose. Rainey's jaw muscles bunched.

”Go on, Sandy,” he said tersely.

”There ain't much more, sir. They're goin' to put it up to Lund. First they figgered some on settin' him ash.o.r.e with you an' the j.a.p. That's what Carlsen put up to 'em. But they warn't in favor of that. Said Lund found the gold, an' ought to have an ekal share with the rest. An'

they're feelin' diff'runt about you, sir, since you saved me. Not becoz it was me, but becoz it was what Deming calls a d.a.m.n plucky thing to do.”

”How did you learn all this?” demanded Rainey.

”Sc.r.a.ps, sir. Here an' there. The sailors gams about it nights when they thinks I'm asleep in the fo'c's'le. An' I keeps my ears open when I waits on the hunters. But they ain't goin' to give you no share becoz you warn't in on the original deal. But they ain't goin' to maroon you, neither, unless Lund bucks an' you stand back of him.”

”How about Captain Simms?”

”Carlsen sez he'll answer for him, sir. He boasts how he's goin' to marry the gal. That'll giv' him three shares--countin' the skipper's.

The men don't see that, but I did. He's a b.l.o.o.d.y fox, is Carlsen.”