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Updated: June 12, 2025
As he lay there in a narrow bunk, watching the play of light that came through a porthole beyond his line of vision, noting in this erratic shuttling of reflected sunlight the roll and pitch of cabin walls, listening to the low boom of waves followed by the swash alongside that told him the Karluk was bucking heavy seas, a slow rage mastered him, centered against the doctor with the sardonic smile and Captain Simms, who Rainey felt sure had tacitly approved of the doctor's actions.
They must have worked plumb through the hold an' got to it that way." "All right, Sandy. Thanks. Mr. Lund can handle them, I guess. He's coming now." The men had got to the ice, hidden from Lund, who was walking to the Karluk on the opposite side of the vessel.
Rainey tingled with contempt of his own hesitancy. The Karluk was bowling along northward toward landfall and the crisis between Lund and Carlsen at good speed. The weather had subsided and the half gale now served the schooner instead of hindering her. Rainey turned over the wheel to a seaman and paced the deck.
Lund knew far more than he did about the class of men that made up the inhabitants of the Karluk. Rainey had once fondly hugged the delusion that he knew something of the nature of those who "went down to the sea in ships." Now he knew that his ignorance was colossal.
The storm blew out, and there came a spell of pleasant weather, with the Karluk gliding along, logging a fair rate where a less well-designed vessel would barely have found steerage way, riding on an almost even keel. Simms was still confined to his cabin, though now his daughter took him in an occasional tray.
Rainey gave Lund the full benefit of his blindness. The giant could not have known what was in the doctor's mind, but he must have learned something. Lund was not the type to be satisfied with half answers, and undoubtedly felt that he held a proprietary interest in the Karluk by virtue of his being the original owner of the secret.
Or were they still fighting through the heads, waiting until they got well out to sea before they disposed of him, so there would be no chance of his telltale body washing up along the coast for recognition and search for clues? He wondered whether any one had seen him go aboard the Karluk with Lund any one who would remember it and mention the circumstance when he was found to be missing.
But the thought of her, their hands clasped, her eyes appealing, saying she needed a friend aboard the Karluk; the young clean beauty of her, nerved him to stand with Lund against the odds. Lund was fighting for his rights, for his gold, but he had said that he would not see a decent girl harmed as long as he could wiggle. Rough sea-bully as the giant was, he had his code.
They will put me in prison. It will be suggest to me, because I am of daimio blood" Tamada drew himself up slightly as he claimed his nobility "that I make hari-kari. That I do not wish. I am Progressive. I much rather cook on board Karluk and get my share of gold." Lund surveyed him moodily, half convinced. The girl was all eager approval. "What is your plan, Tamada?"
But first I'm goin' to have a full an' fair accountin' o' what you got already. I've got this young chap with me, an' he'll give me a hand to'ard a square deal." Lund propelled Rainey forward a few steps and then loosened his grip. The captain of the Karluk appealed to him directly. "You're with the Times," he said.
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