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Updated: July 26, 2025
Glenister spoke musingly: "I had an ancestor who buccaneered among the Indies, a long time ago so I'm told. Sometimes I think I have his disposition. He comes and whispers things to me in the night. Oh, he was a devil, and I've got his blood in me untamed and hot I can hear him saying something now something about the spoils of war. Ha, ha! Maybe he's right.
They were interrupted by the rattle of dishes outside, and Dextry was about to open the door when his hand wavered uncertainly above the knob, for he heard the hearty greeting of the ship's captain. "Well, well, Glenister, where's all the breakfast going?" "Oo!" whispered the old man "that's Cap' Stephens." "Dextry isn't feeling quite up to form this morning," replied Glenister easily.
After a gusty interview he had dismissed Voorhees with a merciless tongue- lashing, raging bitterly at the man's failure. "You're not fit to herd sheep. Thirty men out all night and what do you get? A dozen mullet-headed miners. You bag the mud-hens and the big game runs to cover. I wanted Glenister, but you let him slip through your fingers now it's war. What a mess you've made!
McNamara aimed a fearful blow, but Glenister met him squarely, beating him off cleverly, stepping in and out, his arms swinging loosely from his shoulders like whalebone withes tipped with lead. He moved lightly, his footing made doubly secure by reason of his soft-soled mukluks.
Glenister saw them from a distance and strode forward to greet them. He beheld a man of perhaps threescore years, benign of aspect save for the eyes, which were neither clear nor steady, but had the trick of looking past one. Glenister thought the mouth, too, rather weak and vacillating; but the clean-shaven face was dignified by learning a acumen and was wrinkled in pleasant fashion.
Glenister was dishevelled, and his eyes shone with intense excitement. "What d'you think they've done now?" he cried, as greeting. "I dunno. What is it?" "They've broken open the safe and taken our money." "What!" The old man in turn was on his feet, the grudge which he had felt against Glenister in the past few days forgotten in this common misfortune.
Glenister stripped off his coat and, facing the bow, pushed upon the oars at every stroke, thus adding his strength to that of the oarsmen. They crept rapidly out from the beach, eating up the two miles that lay towards the ship. He urged the men with all his power till the sweat soaked through their clothes and, under their clinging shirts, the muscles stood out like iron.
There are no clubs nor marts where men foregather for business in the North nothing but the saloon, and this is all and more than a club. Here men congregate to drink, to gamble, and to traffic. It was late in the evening when Glenister entered the Northern and passed idly down the row of games, pausing at the crap-table, where he rolled the dice when his turn came.
Glenister continued to lose and lose and lose, while the girl gloated over his swift-coming ruin. When at long intervals he won a bet she shrank and shivered for fear he might escape. If only he would risk it all everything he had. He would have to come to her then! The end was closer than she realized.
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