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"Haven't you noticed the way he walks on the poop with such an air of authority, looking up at the sails as if he were on watch?" "That's true enough," added Gripper, "and one evening I actually found him with his paws on the paddle-wheel." "You don't mean it!" said Bolton. "And now what do you think he does but go for a walk on the ice-fields, minding neither the bears nor the cold?"

"I confess that you are beyond my comprehension," he said. "It is possible, however, that Mr. Scott may be able to do something with you." There was a queer look in the eyes of Old Gripper. "I have found," he said, "that Mr. Merriwell is not easily turned aside once he has determined on any course."

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On board this vessel, without aim or known destination, foolishly seeking to advance towards the north, some symptoms of hesitation were manifested amongst those men, accustomed to an existence of danger; many, forgetting the advantages offered, regretted having ventured so far, and already a certain demoralisation prevailed in their minds, still more increased by Clifton's fears, and the idle talk of two or three of the leaders, such as Pen, Gripper, Warren, and Wolston.

His age seemed uncertain, but Scott, who was an excellent judge, would have placed him well along in the fifties, although his step and carriage was like that of a much younger man. He was expensively dressed, wore a big sable overcoat, and had on his fingers a number of rings set with precious stones. Old Gripper surveyed the visitor with unusual interest.

Clifton was the first alarmed. "Do you hear?" said he. "Just look how that animal answers when he hears the whistle." "I can scarcely believe my eyes," answered Gripper. "It's all over!" cried Pen. "I don't go any further." "Pen's right!" replied Brunton; "it's tempting God!" "Tempting the devil!" replied Clifton. "I'd sooner lose my bounty money than go a step further."

"What will be the par value of the stock?" "One hundred dollars a share." "Then," said Alvarez Lazaro, with perfect nonchalance, "you may put me down, if you are willing, for one thousand shares." Old Gripper blinked. "That is one hundred thousand dollars," he said. The Mexican bowed. "Which will be as much as I care to invest in a single enterprise."

Old Gripper Scott was known by sight to many of those present, and, being one of the great American money kings, naturally received more than cursory notice. But it seemed that the remarkable-appearing white-haired man, who sat opposite Old Gripper, was surveyed with even more interest than that accorded the great financier.

"Is anything wrong, señor?" questioned Lazaro. "I'm afraid my eyes are going back on me. They're blurry now. I swear I hate to take up wearing spectacles!" Directly he leaned his head on his hand, with his elbow on the table. "I fear you are not feeling well, Señor Scott," said the man of the snowy hair and coal-black eyes. "I'm not," confessed Old Gripper thickly. "Can't understand it.

"Gentlemen," he said quietly, "the document seems to be genuine." "Seems to be?" said Old Gripper. "Then you think there may be a doubt about it?" "There may be." "But there isn't!" cried Hagan. "It's all right. Now, Merriwell, me boy, perhaps you'll not disdain to do a bit of business with Bantry Hagan." Frank refolded the paper and returned it to the Irishman. "What are you after?" he asked.