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"Sometimes you can cork a trap and sometimes you can't," Balt went on. "It all depends on the currents, the lay of the bars, and a lot of things we don't know nothing about. I've spent years in trying to locate the point where them fish strike in, and I think it's just below here. It'll all depend on how good I guessed." "Exactly! And if you guessed wrong "
It was well-nigh an hour before Balt and Emerson succeeded in starting a fire, for it was desperate work groping for dry branches, and they themselves were on the verge of collapse before the timid blaze finally showed the two more unfortunate ones huddled together.
"But what has occurred to make you change your mind?" he asked, causing the faintest flush to rise in her cheeks. "A few days ago you were a stranger, now you are a friend," she replied, steadily. "One's likes and dislikes grow rapidly when they are not choked by convention. I like you too well to see you do this. You are too good a man to become the prey of those people. Remember George Balt."
He was standing to attention, looking at Baron Haer. The Baron glowered at him. "What is the meaning of this cavalier intrusion, captain? Certainly, you must have your orders. Are you under the illusion that you are part of my staff?" "No, sir," Joe Mauser clipped. "I came to report that I am ready to put into execution " "The great plan!" Balt Haer ejaculated. He laughed brittlely.
"Oh yes; I've done that sort of thing." His broad shoulders went up as he drew a long breath. "What's your plan?" "There's a man down the coast, George Balt, who knows more about the business than any four people in Kalvik. He's been a fisherman all his life.
That he was, at all events, master of his emotions he soon gave evidence. Raising his brows in recognition, he nodded pleasantly to Balt; then, as if on second thought, excused himself to his companions and stepped toward the other group. The legs of George's chair scraped noisily on the tiles as he rose; the sound covered Fraser's quick admonition: "Take it easy, pal; let him talk."
Balt Haer mulled through the papers, unbelievingly. "Zen!" he ejaculated. "The fool really did it. He's sunk a small fortune into our stock." Baron Haer growled at his son, "You seem considerably more convinced of our defeat than the captain, here. Perhaps I should reverse your positions of command." His son grunted, but said nothing. Old Malcolm Haer's eyes came back to Joe.
What can either my sister or I possibly do for you?" Joe kept his voice even. He said, "I wanted to see the Baron." Nadine Haer looked up, a twinge of pain crossing her face. "Indeed," Balt Haer said flatly. "You are talking to the Baron, Major Mauser." Joe Mauser looked at him, then at his sister, who had taken to her handkerchief again. Consternation ebbed up and over him in a flood.
You'd better go back to Kalvik, George." At this suggestion, Balt rose ponderously and began to rave. To see his vengeance slip from his grasp enraged him. He cursed shockingly, clinching his great fists above his head, and grinding forth imprecations which caused Fraser to quail and cry out aghast: "Hey, you! Quit that! D'you want to hang a Jonah onto us?"
Baron Balt Haer, wearing a colonel's uniform and flicking his swagger stick along his booted leg, stood in the doorway. His voice was lazily arrogant. "And Mr. Holland, I must say, the Middle caste seems to have taken over the house. Well, Major Mauser? I assume you do not labor under the illusion that you are welcome in this dwelling."
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