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Updated: May 16, 2025
He read: WANTED To exchange a half interest in buried treasure, worth five million francs, for transportation for one to an unknown island in the Pacific and facilities for carrying away the loot. Ask for FOLLY, at Lavina's. Grief looked at his watch. It was early yet, only eight o'clock. "Mr. Carlsen," he called in the direction of a glowing pipe. "Get the crew for the whale-boat.
Carlsen left the cabin. The main room was empty when Rainey entered, but there was a place set at the table. Through the skylight he noted, as he glanced at the telltale compass in the ceiling, that the sun was low toward the west. The main cabin was well appointed in hardwood, with red cushions on the transoms and a creeping plant or so hanging here and there.
The picture hung for a week in the workshop, and brought Pelle a wonderful piece of luck: Carlsen, who ran errands for the stone-workers, ordered two large pictures, one of himself and one of his wife, at the rate of twenty-five ore apiece. "But you must show a few curls in my hair," he said, "for my mother's always wished I had curls."
Carlsen recovered his gun and put it away, while Peggy Simms advanced with blazing eyes. "You coward!" she said. "If I had thought oh!" She made a gesture of utter loathing, at which Carlsen sneered. "I'll show you whether I'm a coward or not, my lady," he said, "before I get through with all of you. And I'll tell you one thing: The captain's life is in my hands.
And Carlsen rattled on during the meal in high good spirits, rallying Rainey about his poker game with the hunters, joking Lund about his shooting, talking of the landfall they expected the next day. To Rainey's surprise Lund picked up the talk.
As the whip of the wind ceased they settled to a vast swell on which the great clumps of ice rose and fell with dazzling reflections. Lund came up within the hour and stood blinking at the brilliance. "My eyes ain't as strong yit as they should be," he said to Rainey. "I shouldn't have slung them glasses so hasty at Carlsen, though they sp'iled his aim, at that.
Give me a revolver, an' I might make out to hit a whale, if he was close enough, but not with one o' them." "Not much difference," said, Carlsen. "Any of you got revolvers?" No one spoke. It was against the unwritten laws of a vessel for pistols to be owned forward of the main cabin. Beale finally answered for the rest. "Nary a pistol, sir."
Several of the hunters had gathered about, and Lund's question seemed a general appeal. Carlsen shrugged his shoulders. "If you had your eyesight," he said almost brutally, "you could soon see that the skipper was in no condition to discuss matters, much less be present." "Here's my eyesight," countered Lund. "Mr. Rainey here. Let him see the skipper and ask him a question or two."
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 ashore with you an' the Jap. 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.
"Carlsen'll try an' keep you on deck, I fancy. Don't stay there. Turn the wheel over to Sandy if you have to. I'll insist on havin' you there. That'll be better. They'll probably have some fool agreement to sign. Carlsen would do that. Make 'em all feel it's more like a bizness meetin'. They'll love to scrawl their names an' put down their marks.
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