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The only other alternatives were either to cut himself off at once from his English friends that, of course, was what Delaine wished or to appeal to Lady Merton's sympathy and pity. Well, he would do neither and Delaine might go hang! Mrs. Ginnell, with her apron over her head to shield her from a blazing sun, appeared at the corner of the house. "You're wanted, sir!" Her tone was sulky.
Ginnell attend to you get the leg well and we'll see." McEwen eyed him his good looks and his dress, his gentleman's refinement; and the shaggy white brows of the old miner drew closer together. "What did you cast me off like that for, George?" he asked. Anderson turned away. "Don't rake up the past. Better not." "Where are my other sons, George?" "In Montreal, doing well."
The locking bars had been removed from the cover of the fore hatch and the hatch opened, evidently by the Chinese in search of plunder. Ginnell scarcely turned an eye on it before he made aft, followed by the others, he reached the saloon companion-way and dived down it. If the confusion on deck was bad, it was worse below.
Where's your profits to come from on this job?" "I'll tell you," replied Blood. "There's a hooker called the Yan-Shan piled on the rocks down the coast and we're going to leave our cards on her savvy?" "Oh, Lord!" said Ginnell. "What's the matter now?" asked Harman. "What's the matter, d'you say?" cried Ginnell. "Why, it's the Yan-Shan I was after meself."
"The fools were so busy picking up everything they could find lying about, they hadn't time to search for the real stuff," said Blood. "Didn't know of it." "Well," said Ginnell, "stick the ould truck back in the bags with the insthruments; we'll sort it out when we get aboard and fling the rubbish over and keep what's worth keepin'."
Ginnell sat down on the edge of the bunk. "They've got the dollars," said he. "That's why they legged it so quick and we let them go. Twenty thousand dollars in gold coin and we let them go. Tear an' ages! Afther them!" He sprang from the bunk and dashed through the saloon, followed by the others.
Blood stared at the owner of the Heart of Ireland for a moment, then he broke into a roar of laughter. "You don't mean to say you bought the wreck?" he asked. "Not me," replied Ginnell. "Sure, where d'you think I'd be findin' the money to buy wrecks with?
You were a stingy fellow about that money, so I've took some of it. Good-bye." Sick at heart, Anderson resumed the search, further afield. He sent Ginnell along the line to make confidential inquiries. He telegraphed to persons known to him at Golden, Revelstoke, Kamloops, Ashcroft, all to no purpose. Twenty-four thirty-six hours passed and nothing had been heard of the fugitive.
Ginnell said nothing for a moment in answer to this soft impeachment, he was cutting himself a chew of tobacco; then at last he spoke: "I don't want no certifikit of character from either the pair of you," said he. "You've boned me ship and you've blacked me eye and you've near stove me ribs in sittin' on me chest and houldin' me revolver in me face; what I wants to know is your game.
Then he bit it, spun it in the air, caught it in his left hand and brought his great right palm down on it with a bang. "Hids or tails!" cried Ginnell. "Hids I win, tails you lose." He gave a coarse laugh as he opened his palm, where the coin lay tail up. "Hids it is," he cried, then he tossed it back into the bag and rose to his feet.
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