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He bestowed upon me a cool, bracing glance, and remarked, "You must never take your eyes off one of that breed!" Then he resumed his seat at a table in the far corner of the room, and quite plainly dismissed the incident from his mind. Indeed, the house as speedily dismissed the incident from Its collective mind. A fist fight or a knifing was but a momentary diversion in the Swede's place.
Then he grasped the significance of the Swede's double cross, and his laughter joined mine. "Ho, ho shanghaied his own runner! Ho, ho . . . that damned Swede!" Then it evidently struck Mister Lynch that he was conducting himself with unseemly levity in company with a foremast hand. His face became stern, his voice hard, and my moment of grace was ended. "Turn to!" he commanded me.
Again the boy bared his rows of big, white teeth and laughed aloud. Then he resumed his northward way, traveling at a dogged trot that ate up the miles with marvelous rapidity. In the Swede's camp the Hon. Morison had spent an almost sleepless night of nervous apprehension and doubts and fears. Toward morning he had slept, utterly exhausted.
I found nothing else to do but to offer him one of my good Swede's ship's biscuits I had in my pocket. The fingers closed slowly on it and held there was no other movement and no other glance. He had tied a bit of white worsted round his neck Why? Where did he get it? Was it a badge an ornament a charm a propitiatory act? Was there any idea at all connected with it?
I believe you was wishing to entertain the company with one of them anecdotes or lies of which you have so rich a store in that there peaked dome of yours. Gents, a moment's silence while this rare personality unfolds hisself to us!" "Say, lemme tell you here's a good one!" resumed the still placid Sandy. "I remember the first time, about three, four years ago, I ever went into The Swede's.
The very man to whom the Swede had tendered the runner's job, the man Newman had manhandled! He lay on his back, snoring loudly, his bloated, unlovely face upturned to us. I laughed. "It's the runner," I said. "The Swede's first runner. Swede gave him the job yesterday." "And gave him a swig out of the black bottle last night!" commented Lynch.
But the Swede's manner towards Newman was different. There was respect in it, as though he were talking to some skipper. It considerably increased the feeling of awe I was beginning to have for my stern shipmate.
I'll get him sure. You needn't worry a thing." And as Walter Idepski rose to take his departure, for all his nerve, he felt glad that the passion of this Swede's hate was not directed against him. A great gathering thronged the heart of the clearing. There were men of every shade of colour, men of well-nigh every type.
"Now get out," said the stranger, "and next time you see me remember who I am," and he spoke a name in the Swede's ear a name that more effectually subdued the scoundrel than many beatings then he gave him a push that carried him bodily through the tent doorway to sprawl upon the turf beyond. "Now," he said, turning toward Meriem, "who has the key to this thing about your neck?"
On his face was the same expression of deadly menace he had shown the Cockney, back in the Swede's barroom. Blackie could not withstand that deadly gaze. He backed hurriedly away, and sat down beside his mate. Then Newman spoke in low, measured tones, and at the first word the babel of noise stopped in the foc'sle, and all hands watched his lips with bated breath.
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