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Doc came up blowing, and began to swim toward the dinghy without further ado. Jarrow now yelled to the rowers to keep backing, and when Peth roared at him to "shut his head," the captain, taking advantage of the confusion, stood up and leaped into the water and began swimming to the schooner quite as fast as Doc swam away from it. "Let me aboard!" cried Jarrow. "All right," said Trask.
"You'd better put your hat on, Marge, or you'll have a skinned nose," said her father. "We'll be right in to breakfast." "There's some hocus-pocus about this," whispered Trask, as he and Locke moved forward for a private talk. "What do you make of it?" "Jarrow's in on the deal with the crew. That's why I wanted him out of the way for awhile so we could figure things out.
Captain Jarrow spent an hour or two loafing about the schooner and swearing under his breath as he regarded the shore, where the crew was going through mysterious incantations. But Trask understood that Doc was initiating them into the mysteries of smelting out gold from sand. To all appearances, it was utterly devoid of anything approaching gold.
Peth, my mate, he's below now," said Jarrow. "Then you are going?" asked Trask. "Am I goin'?" retorted Jarrow. "No! I can't go on my own hook. I thought you folks was goin' that's what I'm here for." "It's all a mistake," said Locke. "We had no intention of misleading the old man." "It will be a terrible disappointment to him," said Marjorie.
"I should consider myself one under the circumstances, I believe," he replied, evasively. "Would it not be cowardly to fight Morton Trask if he knew he could kill him?" "Bah!" came from the angry Trask. "He could, at least, have given Trask satisfaction for an insult," said Varney. Kate wavered. "That's true," she said; "he should have been a gentleman. Still, that does not prove him a coward."
"With our three ships we could have a real thing, here." Harkaman looked at him inquiringly. "The gentlemen," Trask said, "are putting this wrongly. They mean, why don't we let them join us?" "Well, if you want to put it like that," Valkanhayn conceded. "We'll admit, your Nemesis would be the big end of it. But why not? Three ships, we could have a real base here.
He wished they'd all go away, and let him go wherever Elaine was. Then it would be dark, and he would be trying to find her, because there was something he wanted desperately to show her. Stars in the sky at night, that was it. But there were no stars, there was no Elaine, there was no anything, and he wished that there was no Lucas Trask, either. But there was an Andray Dunnan.
You're both nuts; he was backed by the mercantile interests; they were hoping he'd run the Gilgameshers off the planet. Well, that was one thing you had to give him credit for. He wanted to run out the Gilgameshers. Everybody was in favor of that. Now, Trask could remember something he'd gotten from Harkaman.
"You gentlemen understand you'll have to keep it under your helmets, though," one of the Intelligence men added. "If it got out that we were informing Space Vikings about our technical secrets...." He felt the back of his neck in a way that made Trask suspect that beheadment was the customary form of execution on Marduk.
He was standing when Trask entered; when the guards closed the door and left them alone, he beckoned Trask to a couple of chairs, with a low table, on which were decanters and glasses and cigars, between. "It's a presumption on royal authority to summon you from the ballroom," he began, after they had seated themselves and filled glasses. "You are quite the cynosure, you know."
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