"We was brought," said Lund. "Got froze in north o" Wrangell. Gale set us west as we come out o" the Strait. We"re bound for Corwin. Nothin"
contraband. All reg"lar. Six hunters, two damaged in the gale, though the doc"s fixed "em up. Twelve seamen, one boy, an" a n.i.g.g.e.r cook who"s pizened himself with his own cookin". Doc"s bringin" him round, too, though he don"t deserve it. Want to make yore inspection? We"re in no hurry to git away until the ice melts. Take yore time."
The little, dapper officer with his keen, high-cheeked face, and his shoe-brush hair, got up and bowed, with a side glance at Peggy Simms.
"It is not usual for young ladies to be so far north." His endeavor at gallantry was obvious.
"I am with my father," said the girl, looking at Rainey, enjoying the situation.
"Where I go she goes," said Lund. And looked in turn at her with relish in his double suggestion. He, too, was playing the game, gambling, believing in his luck, reckless, now he had set the board.
They pa.s.sed through the corridor. Lund opened up the strong-room, and then the galley. It was orderly, and there was a moaning figure in Tamada"s bunk, a tossing figure with a head bound in a red bandanna above the black face and neck that showed above the blankets. The eyes were closed. The black hands, showing lighter palms, plucked at the coverings.
"Delirious," said Lund. "Serves him right. He"s a rotten cook."
"Have you all the medicines you need?" asked Ito. "I can send our surgeon."
"I can manage," returned Rainey, _alias_ Carlsen. "It"s enteric. I"ve reduced the fever."
They pa.s.sed on through the hunters" quarters. The girl fell behind with Rainey.
"A good make-up and a good actor," she whispered. "I helped him to be sure he covered everything that would show. It was my idea about the bandanna. Just what a sick negro might wear, and it hid his straight hair."
The lieutenant appeared fairly satisfied, but requested that Lund go on board his ship. He stayed there until sundown, returning in hilarious mood.
"We"ve slipped it over on "em this time," he said. "I left "em aswim with _sake_, an" bubblin" over with polite regrets. But they"ll be back in three weeks, they said, if the ice is open. An", if the luck holds, we"ll be out of it. I don"t want them searchin" the ship ag"in." He slapped Tamada on the back as he came to serve supper after Sandy had laid the table.
"A reg"lar vodeville skit," he exclaimed. "You"re some actor, Tamada!
But why didn"t you say the island was down on their charts? They"ve even got a name for it. Hiyama."
"It means hot mountain," said Tamada. "The government names many islands."
"You can bet yore life they do," said Lund. "They"re smart, but they overlooked that beach an" they"ve given us three weeks to cash in."
Lund himself had imbibed enough of the _sake_ to make him loose of tongue, added to his elation at the success he had achieved. The gunboat was gone on its patrol, and he had a free hand. He half filled a gla.s.s with whisky. "Here"s to luck," he cried. And spilled a part of the liquor on the floor before he set the gla.s.s to his lips.
"Here"s to you, Doc," he added. "An" to Peggy!" He rolled eyes that were a trifle bloodshot at the girl.
"Our relations have gone back as usual, Mr. Lund," she said quietly.
Lund glared at her half truculently.
"I"m agreeable," he said. "As a daughter, I disown you from now on, Miss Peggy. Here"s to ye, jest the same!"
CHAPTER XVII
MY MATE
From the day following the arrival and departure of the j.a.panese gunboat, they attacked the little U-shaped beach that lay between two b.u.t.tresses of the volcano and sloped sharply down to the sea. Twenty-one men, a lad and a woman, they went at the despoiling of it with a sort of obsession, led, rather than driven, by Lund, who worked among the rest of them like a Hercules.
From the beginning the tongue of shingle promised to be almost incredibly rich. Between these two spurs of mountain the tide had washed and flung the rich, free-flaking gold of a submarine vein, piling it up for unguessable years. Ebb tides had worked it in among the gravel, floods had beaten it down; the deeper they went to bedrock, the richer the pan.
The men"s fancy estimate of a million dollars began speedily to seem small as the work progressed, systematically stripping the rocky floor of all its shingle, foot by foot, and cubic yard by cubic yard, cradling it in crude rockers, fluming it, vaporizing the amalgam of gold and mercury, and adding pound after pound of virgin gold to the sacks in the schooner"s strong-room.
They worked at first in alternating shifts of four hours, by day and night, under the sun, the moon, the stars and the flaming aurora. The crust was drilled here and there where it had frozen into conglomerate, and exploded by dynamite, carefully placed so as not to dislodge the ma.s.ses of ice that overhung the schooner. Fires to thaw out the ground were unavailable for sheer lack of fuel; there was no driftwood between these forestless sh.o.r.es. What fuel could be spared was conserved for use under the boilers that melted ice to provide water for the cradles and flumes, and help to cook the meals that Tamada prepared out-of-doors for the workers.
Buckets of coffee, stews, and thick soups of peas and lentils, ma.s.ses of beans with plenty of fat pork, these were what they craved after hours of tremendous endeavor. Despite the cold, they sweated profusely at their tasks, stripping off over-garments as they picked and shoveled or crowbarred out the rich gravel.
Peggy Simms worked with the rest, a.s.sisting Tamada, helping to serve with Sandy. Deming, and Beale, the man with the damaged ribs, were given odd jobs that they could handle: feeding the fires, washing up, or a.s.sisting at the little forge where the drills were sharpened.
Through all of it Lund was supreme as working superintendent. There was no job that he could not, did not, handle better than any two of them, and, though Rainey could see a shrinkage, or a compression, of his bulk as day by day he called upon it for heroic service, he never seemed to tire.
"Got to keep "em at it," he would say in the cabin. "No time to lose, an" the odds all against us, in a way. Barring Luck. That"s what we got to count on, but we don"t want them thinkin" that. If the weather don"t break--an" break jest right--as soon as we"ve cleaned up, we"re stung.
Though I"ll blast a way out of this sh.o.r.e ice, if it comes to the worst.
I saved out some dynamite on purpose."
"We ought to have brought a steam-shovel along," said Rainey. He was hard as iron, but he had served a tough apprenticeship to labor, and his hands and nails, he fancied, would never get into shape again.
"Now you"re talkin"," agreed Lund. "We c"ud have handled it in fine shape an" left the machine behind as junk or a souvenir for our j.a.p friends. We"ve got to cut out this four-hour shift. Too much time wasted changin". Too many meals. We"ll make it one long, steady shift of all hands long as we can stand up to it, an" all git reg"lar sleep. I"m needin" some myself."
Rainey knew that neither he nor Hansen got within two-thirds as much out of their shifts as when Lund was in command, though he had given them the pick of the men. It was not that the men malingered, they simply, neither of them, had the knack of keeping the work going at top speed and top effectiveness.
But, with Lund handling all of them as a unit, it was not long before the shovels began to sc.r.a.pe on the bare rock that underlay the gravel at tide edge, and work swiftly back to the end of the U. The outdoors kitchen had been established on top of the promontory between the schooner and the beach, a primitive arrangement of big pots slung from tripods over fires kindled on a flat area that was partly sheltered from the sea and the prevailing winds by outcrops of weathered lava.
At dawn the men trooped from the schooner to be fed and warmed, and then they flung themselves at their task. The more they got out the more there was in it for them. But Lund was their overlord, their better, and they knew it. Only Deming worked with one hand the handle of the forge bellows, or fed the fires, and sneered.
Lund stood a full head above the tallest of them, which was Rainey, and he was always in the thick of the work, directing, demanding the utmost, and setting example to back command. His eyes had bothered him, and he had made a pair of Arctic snow-gla.s.ses, mere circles of wood with slits in them. But under these the sweat gathered, and he discarded them, resorting to the primitive device of smearing soot all about his eyes.
This, he said, gave him relief, but it made him a weird sort of Caliban in his labors.
On the fifteenth day, with the work better than half done, with more than a ton of actual gold in colors, that ranged from flour dust to nuggets, in the strong-room, the weather began to change. It misted continually, and Lund, rejoicing, prophesied the breaking up of the cold snap.
By the eighteenth day a regular Chinook was blowing, melting the sharper outlines of the icy crags and pinnacles, and providing streams of moisture that, in the nights now gradually growing longer, glazed every yard of rock with peril.
The men worked in a muck with their rubber sea-boots worn out by constant chafing, sweaters torn, the blades of their shovels reduced by the work demanded of them, the drills, shortened by steady sharpening, gone like the spare flesh of the laborers, who, at last, began to show signs of quicker and quicker exhaustion with occasional mutterings of discontent, while Lund, intent only upon cleaning off the rock as a dentist cleans a crumbling tooth, coaxed and cursed, blamed and praised and bullied, and did the actual work of three of them.
Dead with fatigue, filled with food, drowsy from the liberal grog allowance at the end of the day, the men slept in a torpor every night and showed less and less inclination to respond, though the end of their labors was almost in sight.
"What"s the use, we got enough," was the comment beginning to be heard more and more frequently. "Lund, he"s got more"n he can spend in a lifetime!"
Rainey could not trace these mutterings to Deming"s instigation, but he suspected the hunter. There was no poker; all hands were too tired for play.
The ice in which the schooner was packed began to show signs of disintegration. The surface rotted by day and froze again by night and this destroyed its compactness. If the sun"s arc above the horizon had been longer, its rays more vertical, the ice must infallibly have melted and freed the _Karluk_, for it was salt-water ice, and there were times when the thermometer stayed above its freezing point for two or three hours around noon.
Lund gave the holding floe scant attention. So long as the present weather kept up he declared that he could dynamite his way out inside of four hours.
The effect of all this on Rainey was a bit bewildering. He was judging life by new standards far apart from his own modes and, though he, too, worked with a will, and rejoiced in the freer effort of his muscles, the result comparing favorably with the best of the others--save Lund--he could not a.s.similate the general conditions.