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I ain't got a gun o' my own, Doc," he continued, "will you lend me yours?" Carlsen filled his clip and Lund turned toward Rainey, who was rigging the target. "I'll want you to tap it with a stick," he said. "Signal-flag staff'll do fine." Rainey got the slender bamboo and stood by.
"Say, Fred, do you think it will bother to advance me a thousand?" "Of course," Frederick answered splendidly. "You know half of that I have is yours, Tom." And when Captain Carlsen departed, Frederick was morally certain that the thousand dollars departed with him. Small wonder Tom had made a failure of life and come home to die.
His face paled, the veins showed suddenly like purple veins in dirty marble. "I've got that gun yet, Lund," he snarled. Lund laughed, the ring of it so confident that the men glanced from him to Carlsen nervously. "Yo're a fake, Carlsen," he said. "And I've got yore number! To hell with you an' yore popgun. You ain't even a doctor. I saw real doctors ashore about my eyes.
"Keep quiet as you can," said Tamada. Something in his voice made the skipper shift his look to the Japanese. "Where's Carlsen?" he asked again. "He can't come now," said Tamada. Under the urge of the drug the skipper's brain seemed abnormally clear, his intuition heightened. "Carlsen's dead?" he asked. Then, shifting to Lund. "You killed him, Jim?" Lund nodded.
I know that he did, for there were days at first when father had to stay in bed from the pain. It was in his left leg, and then it showed in frightful headaches, and he complained of pain about the heart. But he was bent on the voyage, and Doctor Carlsen guaranteed he could pull him through. But lately the doctor has seemed uncertain.
"Carlsen don't care for man, woman, God, or the devil. Neither do I," he concluded. "An' I've got a card or two up my sleeve. But I'd sure like to git a peep at what the doc's holdin'."
Pelle could not promise the pictures in less than two months' time; it was tedious work if they were to be accurate. "Well, well; we can't spare the money sooner. This month there's the lottery, and next month the rent to pay." Pelle could very well appreciate that, for Carlsen earned eight kroner a week and had nine children. But he felt that he could not well reduce the price.
Rainey tingled with contempt of his own hesitancy. The Karluk was bowling along northward toward landfall and the crisis between Lund and Carlsen at good speed. The weather had subsided and the half gale now served the schooner instead of hindering her. Rainey turned over the wheel to a seaman and paced the deck.
Not when Carlsen he was angel when he gave me what I wanted devil when he wouldn't. Made me do things. But he's dead. And I'm going. Never reach Unalaska. Peggy forgive. Meant for best but not in right mind. Jim it wasn't the gold. Not Peggy's fault anyway." "She'll get hers, Simms," said Lund. "Yours too." The skipper's eyes closed and his frame settled under the clothes.
Carlsen, send the boats ashore after it. Also, keep your eye on Pankburn. If he shows signs of keeling over or going into the shakes, give him a nip a small one. He may need it after last night." For the rest of the time the Kittiwake lay in Apia Aloysius Pankburn pounded chain rust. Ten hours a day he pounded. And on the long stretch across to the Gilberts he still pounded.
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