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But about the time Jack MacRae's new carrier was ready to take the water, there came a shuffle in the fishery regulations which fell like a bomb in the packers' camp. The ancient cannery monopoly of purse-seining rights on given territory was broken into fine large fragments.
Norman is getting a divorce the decree absolute will be granted in March next. He wants me to marry him." "Will you?" Dolly looked up to meet MacRae's wondering stare. She nodded. "You're a triple-plated fool," he said roughly. "I don't know," she replied thoughtfully. "Norman certainly has been. Perhaps I am too. We should get on a pair of fools together."
Macrae's piper struck up the march of the clan, 'A' the wild McCraws are coming! 'If any of you scoundrels shoot, cried Merton to his enemies, 'up you will all go. You shall stay here, after we depart, in front of that torpedo, just as long as the skipper of my vessel pleases.
There was an almost superhuman desperation in his resistance, and while MacRae and I hammered and choked him into submission Piegan gyrated about us with a gun in his left hand, begging us to let him put the finishing touches to Hicks. That, however, was the very antithesis of MacRae's purpose. "I don't want to kill him, Piegan," he said pointedly, when Hicks was securely tied.
But the other man sat down on MacRae's log. "Not much like over the pond, this," he remarked. "Not much," MacRae agreed indifferently. Young Gower took a cigarette case out of his pocket, extended it to MacRae, who declined with a brief shake of his head. Norman lighted a cigarette. He was short and stoutly built, a compact, muscular man somewhat older than MacRae.
But when at last she drew fully abreast the two men sheeted mainsail and jib flat while the white-headed helmsman threw her over so that the yacht drove in on the sloop and the two younger men grappled MacRae's coaming with boat hooks, and side by side they came slowly up into the wind. MacRae made no move, said nothing, only regarded the three with sober intensity.
He had beaten old Donald without mercy in every phase of that thirty-year period. He had taken Donald MacRae's woman from him in the beginning and his property in the end. Jack MacRae had every reason to believe Gower merely sat back awaiting a favorable opportunity to crush him. So there could be no compromising there; no inter-marrying and sentimental burying of the old feud.
Sturdy rosebushes stood before it, and the dead vines of sweet peas bleached on their trellises. It had the look of an old place as age is reckoned in so new a country old and bearing the marks of many years' labor bestowed to make it what it was. Even from a distance it bore a homelike air. MacRae's face lightened at the sight. His step quickened. He had come a long way to get home.
I didn't sabe the play, and when I saw the red flash up into her face it made me hot, and there followed a few seconds when I took a very uncharitable view of Mr. Gordon MacRae's distant manner. The fellow with her, I noticed, seemed to draw himself up very stiff and dignified when she stopped and spoke to us; and the look with which he favored MacRae was a peculiar one.
Gower's cannery foreman and fish collectors gave him profane accounts of MacRae's indefatigable raiding, as it suited them to regard his operations. What Gower did not know he made it his business to find out. He sat now in his grass chair, a short, compact body of a man, with a heavy-jawed, powerful face frowning in abstraction. Gower looked younger than his fifty-six years.
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