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Updated: June 8, 2025
I don't see as we can help the skipper much 'less we try reverse treatment of what Carlsen did. If we knew what that was? If he gits worse she'll let us know, I reckon. Mebbe you can suggest somethin'?" Rainey shook his head. "I suppose she can do more than any of us," he said. Lund nodded, then whistled to Tamada, leaving the cabin.
Lund invariably waited for Rainey. Tamada kept the food hot for them. And served them, Lund making good play with spoon or fork and a piece of bread, the Japanese cutting up his viands conveniently beforehand. To Rainey, Tamada seemed the hardest worked man aboard ship. He had three messes to cook and he was busy from morning until night, efficient, tireless and even-tempered.
Lund think in the back of his head I arrange for that gunboat to come. He can not understand how they know the schooner at island. He think to come jus' this time too much curious, I think." "It was a bit of a coincidence." Tamada shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I think Japanese government know all that goes on in North Polar region," he said. "There is wireless station on Wrangell Island.
He was as good a sailor as Simms, inclined to take more chances, but capable of handling them. The girl kept below and seldom came out of her cabin, Tamada serving her meals in there. Rainey could see Lund's resentment growing at this attitude that seemed to him normal enough, though it might present difficulty later if persisted in.
Then he tore open the skipper's vest and shirt and laid his head on his chest. The girl made a faint motion as if to stop him, but did not hinder him. She was at the end of her own strength from weariness and worry. Lund suddenly raised his head. "There's a flutter," he announced. "He ain't gone yit. Get Tamada an' some brandy."
Ever occur to you, Rainey, that Tamada, who is a deep one, may have tipped off the whole thing to his consul while the schooner was at San Francisco? He was along the last trip. He'd know the approximate position. Might have got the right figgers out o' the log, him havin' the run of the cabin. A cable would do the rest.
The girl's face softened. "You said you played fair," she said with a sigh of relief. She stepped to the door, opened it, and called for Tamada. The Japanese appeared almost instantly. Lund closed the door behind him and locked it. "You know there's a patrol comin' up, Tamada?" he asked. "A Jap patrol?" "Yes." "What do you intend tellin' 'em if they come on board?" "Nothing, if I can help it.
There were six hunters and twelve sailors, outside of a general roustabout and butt named "Sandy," who cleaned up the forecastle and the hunters' quarters, where they messed apart, and helped Tamada, the cook, in the galley with his pots and dishes. But now there was no work in prospect for the hunters, and they lounged on deck or in the 'midship quarters, spinning yarns or playing poker.
It was not likely that he would be called to the conference. The Japanese undoubtedly knew the racial prejudice against him, a prejudice that Rainey considered short-sighted, taking some pains to show that he did not share it. At any rate, Tamada might provide him with a weapon, a sharp-bladed vegetable knife if nothing better. But, if it came to downright combat, they must be overwhelmed.
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?"
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