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He gave Ginnell a certain sum; talked to him in a low voice for a time, thinking his father had dropped asleep; and then dismissed him, putting the money in his pocket. "Good night, father," he said, standing beside the bed. McEwen opened his eyes. "Eh?" The eyes into which Anderson looked had no sleep in them.
You'll each take seven thousand and I'll take the balance, and I won't charge nuthin' for the loan you've took of the Heart of Ireland. It's a losin' game for me, but it's better than bein' done out entirely." Blood looked at Harman and Harman looked at Blood. Then telling Ginnell that they would consider the matter, they went on deck to talk it over. There was truth in what Ginnell said.
"We want to have a word with you," said Blood, whilst Harman took his seat on a bunk edge opposite him. "It's time you knew our minds and what we intend doing with the schooner and yourself." "Faith," said Ginnell, "I think it is." "I'm glad you agree. Well, when you shanghaied me on board this old shark-boat of yours, there's little doubt as to what you intended doing with me.
He said sulkily: "Oh, I dessay you'd like to put me away. But I'm not doddering yet." All the same he listened in silence to the plan that Anderson developed, puffing the while at the pipe which he had made Mrs. Ginnell give him. "I shan't stay on this side," he said, at last, decidedly.
Helped by the coolies, they refilled the bags and left them in position for carrying off, and then, led by Ginnell, they made round the stern of the wreck to the port side. Now, on the sea side the Yan-Shan presented a bad enough picture of desolation and destruction, but here on the land side the sight was terrific.
"That's as may be," replied Ginnell. "What you have got to worry about isn't wreckin' tools, but how to get rid of the boodle if it's there. Twenty thousand dollars, that's the figure." "So you know of the dollars?" said Blood. "Sure, what do you take me for?" asked Ginnell. "D'you think I'd have bothered about the job only for the dollars? What's the use of general cargo to the like of me?
Ginnell, looking in of an evening, beheld what seemed to her a touching sight, though one far beyond the deserts of such creatures as McEwen the son reading the newspaper aloud, or playing dominoes with his father, or just smoking and chatting.
The swivel seats, though all aslant, were practicable, and Harman was in the act of taking his place in the seat he had chosen when Ginnell interposed. "One moment, Mr. Harman," said the owner of the Heart of Ireland. "I've a word to say to you and Mr. Blood sure, I beg your pardon I mane Capt'in Blood." "Well," said Blood, grasping a chair-back. "What have you to say?"
So Ginnell, owner of the boarding house, a stalwart Irishman of six foot three, had been appointed to see him through his journey, settle him with his new protectors, and pay all necessary expenses. Anderson knocked at his father's door and was allowed to enter. He found McEwen walking up and down his room, with the aid of a stick, irritably pushing chairs and clothes out of his way.
Renewed groans from the room next door disturbed them. Mrs. Ginnell went in to answer them, and came out demanding a doctor. The patient was in much pain, the wounds looked bad, and she suspected fever. "Yo can't especk places to heal with such as him," she said, grimly. With doggedness, Anderson resigned himself. He went to the station and sent a wire to Field for a doctor.
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