Part 52 (1/2)
”She good to my little broder. You savvy little chil'ren--so big?”
”Yes. I've seen him. He's a fine little fellow. By the way, do you remember that night about two weeks ago when I was at Cherry's house?--the night you and your sister went out?”
”I 'member.”
”Where did you go?”
Constantine s.h.i.+fted his walrus-soled boots. ”What for you ask?”
”Never mind! Where did you go when you left the house?”
”Me go Indian village. What for you ask?”
”Nothing. Only--if you ever have any trouble with Mr. Marsh, I may be able to help you. I like you--and I don't like him.”
The breed grunted unintelligibly, and was about to leave when Boyd reached forth suddenly and plucked the fellow's sheath-knife from its scabbard.
With a startled cry, Constantine whirled, his face convulsed, his nostrils dilated like those of a frightened horse; but Emerson merely fingered the weapon carelessly, remarking:
”That is a curious knife you have. I have noticed it several times.” He eyed him shrewdly for a moment, then handed the blade back with a smile.
Constantine slipped it into its place, and strode away without a word.
It was considerably later in the day when Boyd discovered the Indians to whom he had given the note talking excitedly on the dock. Seeing Constantine in argument with them, he approached to demand an explanation, whereupon the quarter-breed held out a silver dollar in his palm with the words:
”These men say this money no good.”
”What do you mean?”
”It no good. No can buy grub at Company store.”
Boyd saw that the group was eying him suspiciously.
”Nonsense! What's the matter with it?”
”Storekeeper laugh and say it come from you. He say, take it back. He no sell my people any flour.”
It was evident that even Constantine was vaguely distrustful.
Another native extended a coin, saying;
”We want money like this.”
Boyd took the piece and examined it, whereupon a light broke upon him. The coin was stamped with the initials of one of the old fis.h.i.+ng companies, and he instantly recognized a ruse practiced in the North during the days of the first trading concerns. It had been the custom of these companies to pay their Indians in coins bearing their own impress and to refuse all other specie at their posts, thus compelling the natives to trade at company stores. By carefully building up this system they had obtained a monopoly of Indian labor, and it was evident that Marsh and his a.s.sociates had robbed the Aleuts in the same manner during the days before the consolidation. Boyd saw at once the cause of the difficulty and undertook to explain it, but he had small success, for the Indians had learned a hard lesson and were loath to put confidence in the white man's promises.
Seeing that his words carried no conviction, Emerson gave up at last, saying:
”If the Company store won't take this money, I'll sell you whatever you need from the commissary. We are not going to have any trouble over a little thing like this.”
He marched the natives in a body to the storehouse, where he saw to it that they received what provisions they needed and a.s.sisted them in loading their canoes.
But his amus.e.m.e.nt at the episode gave way to uneasiness on the following morning when the Aleuts failed to report for work, and by noon his anxiety resolved itself into strong suspicion.