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"I'll not make the trip again not for a whole winter unless I'm sent at the point of a gun," he said to Captain Rifle, a few moments after Mary Standish had left the deck. "An Eskimo winter is long enough, but one in Seattle, Minneapolis, Chicago, and New York is longer for me." "I understand they had you up before the Committee on Ways and Means at Washington."
Standish," he announced; and Tony walked in, as if he were an actor taking his "cue." Seemingly he was quite unconscious of the electrical atmosphere as he entered, and quite failed to notice Myra's agitation. "Hullo, Don Carlos! What a surprise!" he cried breezily. "How are you, old fellow? ... Hello, Myra, my dear.
Tell her that she would do ill to curse us, for we are friends to her and her people." "And ask who was The-White-Fool, and what his story," demanded Standish as Squanto finished rendering the governor's message. "Squanto know that in himself. Every Pokanoket know that," replied Squanto, while Janno muttered gloomily in his own tongue, "All red men know The-White-Fool's curse. All feel it."
And suddenly he thought of Mary Standish and of what she had said to him in the dusk of evening. Strange that it had been her thought, too that she would always love tents and old trails and nature's barriers, and hated to see cities and railroads and automobiles come to Alaska. He shrugged his shoulders. Probably she had guessed what was in his own mind, for she was clever, very clever.
"And now, Captain Standish, it were well that you should select those whom you will have of your company, while we are all gathered together here," said the governor when the primary question had been finally decided. Standish rose and looked thoughtfully from face to face. "'T is a hard matter," said he at last with a gleam of pride in his eye.
"There, men, ye are safe, thanks to stout hearts and arms and good ashen blades!" exclaimed Alderton drawing his first full breath since seizing the steering oar. "Thanks to God Almighty who still giveth His servants the victory," amended Carver, who had toiled with the sturdiest. "And now, where are we and what is to do next?" demanded Standish clenching his blistered hands.
He stood erect, clasping the bars in his hands. "Standish," he said, "you gave me a chance a while ago, and I refused it. I was rough about it. I'm sorry. It made me hot because I thought you were forcing my hand, blackmailing me into doing something I ought to do as a free agent. Now, I am a free agent.
She could not have analysed her own feelings, and found herself at a loss to know how to deal with the situation. To complain to Tony Standish seemed futile. Tony, if she told him what had happened, would, of course, be indignant and demand an explanation, and Myra felt sure in her own mind he would come off second best if there was a scene and a personal encounter.
Standish Burton? she asked me. When I told her that I was, she stared me full in the face, then walked off without another word. I wish that I could describe to you, though, the scorn and contempt that blazed in her eyes. If I had been a singer who had robbed her of her chance at Covent Garden, I could have understood.
The Señor Standish has told you that I was flung into the cell in which he was imprisoned after he had tried to kill Cojuelo, and that Cojuelo afterwards threatened to torture him and shoot me unless we agreed to his terms." "Pardon, Don Carlos, but I am merely carrying out my duty," said the Commandante, and turned to Myra again.
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