Part 7 (2/2)
”Inasmuch as he is a red salmon, I dare say you'd call him a Socialist,”
laughed Cherry.
Emerson rose, and began to pace back and forth. ”And you mean to say the history of the other canneries is the same?”
”Certainly.”
”I had no idea there were such profits in the fisheries up here.”
”n.o.body knows it outside of those interested. The Kalvik River is the most wonderful salmon river in the world, for it has never failed once; that's why the Companies guard it so jealously; that's why they denied you shelter. You see, it is set away off here in one corner of Behring Sea without means of communication or access, and they intend to keep it so.”
It was evident that the young man was vitally interested now. Was it the prospective vision of almighty dollars that was needed to release the hidden spring that had baffled the girl? With this clue in mind, she watched him closely and fed his eagerness.
”These figures you mention are on record?” he inquired.
”I believe they are available.”
”What does it cost to install and operate a cannery for the first season?”
”About two hundred thousand dollars, I am told. But I believe one can mortgage his catch or borrow money on it from the banks, and so not have to carry the full burden.”
The man stared at his companion with unseeing eyes for a moment, then asked: ”What's to prevent me from going into the business?”
”Several things. Have you the money?”
”Possibly. What else?”
”A site.”
”That ought to be easy.”
Cherry laughed. ”On the contrary, a suitable cannery site is very hard to get, because there are natural conditions necessary, fresh flowing water for one; and, furthermore, because the companies have taken them all up.”
”Ah! I see.” The light died out of Emerson's eyes, the eagerness left his voice. He flung himself dejectedly into a chair by the fire, moodily watching the flames licking the burning logs. All at once he gripped the arms of his chair, and muttered through set jaws: ”G.o.d, I'd like to take one more chance!” The girl darted a swift look at him, but he fell to brooding again, evidently insensible to her presence. At length he stirred himself to ask: ”Can I hire a guide hereabout? We'll have to be going on in a day or so.”
”Constantine will get you one. I suppose, of course, you will avoid the Katmai Pa.s.s?”
”Avoid it? Why?”
”It's dangerous, and n.o.body travels it except in the direst emergency.
It's much the shortest route to the coast, but it has a record of some thirty deaths. I should advise you to cross the range farther east, where the divide is lower. The mail-boat touches at both places.”
He nodded agreement. ”There's no use taking chances. I'm in no hurry. I wish there was some way of repaying you for your kindness. We were pretty nearly played out when we got here.”
”Oh, I'm quite selfish,” she disclaimed. ”If you endured a few months of this monotony, you'd understand.”
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