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He held the respect of the sailors, since he had shown his ability, but he knew that the hunters regarded him with an amused tolerance that lacked disrespect by a small margin. To them he was only the amateur sailor. Rainey fancied that the doctor had contributed to this attitude, and it did not lessen his score against Carlsen.
"I'm in life for the loot of it, Rainey," Lund declared. "Food an' drink to tickle my tongue an' fill my belly, the woman I happen to want, an' bein' able to buy ennything I set my fancy on. The answer to that is Gold. With it you can buy most enny thing. Not all wimmen, I'll grant you that. Not the kind of woman I'd want for a steady mate.
There was a bite to the air, and Rainey, fresh from the warm cabin, wished he had brought up his sweater. Lightly as he trod, the giant heard him and instantly recognized him. "How'd ye make out with the hunters last night?" he queried. "I turned in early." "We had quite a session," said Rainey. "They got me in the game, all right." "Enny objections 'bout yore stakin' yore share in the gold?"
The next day, at his request, Sue Rainey called at the offices of the Arms Company and Sam handed her the paper signed by Luella London. It was an agreement on her part to divide with Sam, half and half, any money she might be able to blackmail out of Colonel Rainey. The colonel's daughter glanced from the paper to Sam's face. "I thought so," she said, and a puzzled look came into her eyes.
A good deal of this was enigmatical to Rainey, but there was no mistaking Lund's tremendous seriousness and, duly impressed, Rainey promised to carry out his suggestions. As he crossed the main cabin to go to his own room, Carlsen came out of the skipper's. He did not see Rainey at first and was humming a little air under his breath as he slipped a small article into his pocket.
"Twenty-five, one, eight, eight, six; one thousand eight hundred and eighty-six." She moved her shoulders impatiently. "Oh, tell him to think of something difficult," she said. From behind Mr. Hallowell's chair Rainey signaled to Vance to take from the table a photograph frame of silver which held the picture of a woman. Vance picked it up, holding it close to him.
I was up afore dawn, tryin' to figger things out. You git to Sandy soon's you can, matey." And Lund went below. Rainey saw nothing more of him until noon, at the midday meal. And he found no chance to talk with Sandy. He noticed the boy looking at him once or twice, wistfully, he thought, and yet furtively. A thickening atmosphere of something unusual afoot seemed present.
And I ain't stuck on that doctor. He's too bossy. He's got the skipper under his thumb. And there's somethin' funny about the skipper. Notice ennything?" "Why, I don't know him," said Rainey. "He doesn't look extra well, what I've seen of him. Only the once." "He's logey," said Lund confidentially. "He ain't the same man. Mebbe it's his conscience. But that doctor's runnin' him."
Not jest copra an' pearl-shell, but cotton an' rubber." "A king and his kingdom," suggested the girl. "Aye, an' mebbe a queen to go with it," replied Lund, his eyes wide open in a look that made the girl flush and Rainey feel the hidden issue that he felt was bound to come, rising to the surface. "That's a man's life," went on Lund.
Near the fires for the cooking, the melting of water and the forge, that were kept glowing all night, the tools were stacked, to help preserve their temper. The aurora quivered in varying incandescence as Rainey watched Lund prodding at the floe ice with a steel bar.
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