"I think j.a.panese government know all that goes on in North Polar region," he said. "There is wireless station on Wrangell Island. We pa.s.s by that pretty close."
Rainey chewed that information as he put on his clothes, wondering if they had seen the last of the gunboat. They would have to pa.s.s south through Bering Strait. It would be easy to overhaul them, halt them, search the schooner, confiscate the gold. They were not out of trouble yet.
When he went into the cabin to replace his torn coat--he had hardly a b.u.t.ton intact above the waist, from jacket to undershirt--he found the girl there with Lund. Apparently, they had just come in. Peggy Simms, with face aglow with the excitement that had not subsided, was proffering Lund her pistol.
"Keep it," he said. "You may need it. I"ve got mine."
"But you threw it into the water. I saw you."
"No," He laughed. "That wasn"t my gun. They thought it was. I wanted to bring the thing to grips. But I wasn"t fool enough to chuck away my gun. That was a wrench I was usin" this mornin" to fix the cabin stove--looks jest like an ottermatic. I stuck it in my inside pocket. I was ha"f a mind to shoot when they showed their knives, but I didn"t want to use my gun on that mess of hash."
He stood tall and broad above her, looking down at the face that was raised to his. Rainey, unnoticed as yet, saw her eyes bright with admiration.
"You are a wonderful fighter," she said softly.
"Wonderful? What about you? A man"s woman! You saved the day. Comin" to me with them drills. An" we licked "em. We. G.o.d!"
He swept her up into his arms, lifting her in his big hands, making no more of her than if she had been a feather pillow, up till her face was on a level with his, pressing her close, while in swift, indignant rage she fought back at him, striking futilely while he held her, kissed her, and set her down as Rainey sprang forward.
Lund seemed utterly unconscious of the girl"s revulsion.
"Comin" to me with the drills!" he said. "We licked "em. You an" me together. My woman!"
Peggy Simms had leaped back, her eyes blazing. Lund came for her, his face lit with the desire of her, arms outspread, hands open. Before Rainey could fling himself between them, the girl had s.n.a.t.c.hed the little pistol that Lund had set on the table and fired point-blank. She seemed to have missed, though Lund halted, his mouth agape, astounded.
"You big bully!" said Rainey. Now that the time had come he found that he was not afraid of Lund, of his gun, of his strength. "Play fair, do you? Then show it! You asked me once why I didn"t make love to her. I told you. But you, you foul-minded bully! All you think of is your big body, to take what it wants.
"Peggy. Will you marry me? I can protect you from this hulking brute. If it"s to be a show-down between you and me," he flared at Lund, still gazing as if stupefied, "let it come now. Peggy?"
The girl, tears on her cheeks that were born from the sobs of anger that had shaken her, swung on him.
"You?" she said, and Rainey wilted under the scorn in her voice. "Marry you?" She began to laugh hysterically, trying to check herself.
"I didn"t mean you enny harm," said Lund slowly, addressing Peggy. "Why, I wouldn"t harm you, gal. You"re my woman. You come to me. I was jest--jest sorter swept off my bearin"s. Why," he turned to Rainey, his voice down-pitching to a growl of angry contempt, "you pen-shovin"
whippersnapper, I c"ud break you in ha"f with one hand. You ain"t her breed. But"--his voice changed again--"if it"s a show-down, all right.
"If I was to fight you, over her, I"d kill you. D"ye think I don"t respect a good gal? D"ye think I don"t know how to love a gal right?
She"s _my_ mate. Not yours. But it"s up to you, Peggy Simms. I didn"t mean to insult you. An" if you want him--why, it"s up to you to choose between the two of us."
She went by Rainey as if he had not existed, straight into Lund"s arms, her face radiant, upturned.
"It"s you I love, Jim Lund," she said. "A man. _My_ man."
As her arms went round his neck she gave a little cry.
"I wounded you," she said, and the tender concern of her struck Rainey to the quick. "Quick, let me see."
"Wounded, h.e.l.l!" laughed Lund. "D"ye think that popgun of yores c"ud stop me? The pellet"s somewheres in my shoulder. Let it bide. By G.o.d, yo"re my woman, after all. Lund"s Luck!"
Rainey went up on deck with that ringing in his ears. His humiliation wore off swiftly as he crossed back toward the beach. By the time he crossed the promontory he even felt relieved at the outcome. He was not in love with her. He had known that when he intervened. He had not even told her so. His chivalry had spoken--not his heart. And his thoughts strayed back to California. The other girl, Diana though she was, would never, in almost one breath, have shot and kissed the man she loved. A lingering vision of Peggy Simms" beauty as she had gone to Lund remained and faded.
"Lund"s right," he told himself. "She"s not of my breed."
CHAPTER XVIII
LUND"S LUCK
Lund glanced at the geyser of spray where the sh.e.l.l from the pursuing gunboat had fallen short, and then at the bank of mist ahead. They were in the narrows of Bering Strait, between the Cape of Charles and Prince Edward"s Point, the gold aboard, a full wind in their sails, making eleven knots to the gunboat"s fifteen.
It was mid-afternoon, three hours since they had seen smoke to the north and astern of them. Either the patrol had found them gone from the island, freed by blasting from the floe, and followed on the trail full speed, or the wireless from some j.a.panese station on the Tchukchis coast had told of their homing flight.
The great curtain of fog was a mile ahead. The last sh.e.l.l had fallen two hundred yards short. Five minutes more would settle it. Hansen had the wheel. Lund stood by the taffrail, his arm about Peggy Simms. He shook a fist at the gunboat, vomiting black smoke from her funnel, foam about her bows.
"We"ll beat "em yet," he cried.
The next sh.e.l.l, with more elevation, whined parallel with them, sped ahead, and smashed into the waves.
"Hold yore course, Hansen! No time to zigzag. Got to chance it. d.a.m.n it, they know how to shoot!"
A missile had gone plump through main and foresails, leaving round holes to mark the score. Another fairly struck the main topmast, and some splinters came rattling down, while the remnants of the top-sail flapped amid writhing ends of halyard and sheet.
They entered the beginning of the fog, curling wisps of it reached out, twining over the bowsprint and headsails, enveloping the foremast, swallowing the schooner as a hurtling sh.e.l.l crashed into the stern. The next instant the mist had sheltered them. Lund released the girl and jumped to the wheel.
"Now then," he shouted, "we"ll fool "em!" He gripped the spokes, and the men ran to the sheets at command while the _Karluk_ shot off at right angles to her previous course, skirting the fog that blanketed the wind but yet allowed sufficient breeze to filter through to give them headway, gliding like a ghost on the new tack to the east.
Rainey, tense from the explosion of the sh.e.l.l, jumped below at last and came back exultant.
"It was a dud, Lund!" he shouted. "Or else they didn"t want to blow us up on account of the gold. But they"ve wrecked the cabin. The fog"s coming in through the hole they made. Tamada"s galley"s gone. It"s raked the schooner!"
"So long"s it"s above the water line, to h.e.l.l with it! We"ll make out.
Listen to the fools. They"ve gone in after us, straight on."
The booming of the gunboat"s forward battery sounded aft of them, dulled by the fog--growing fainter.
"Lund"s luck! We"ve dodged "em!"
"They"ll be waiting for us at the pa.s.ses," said Rainey. "They"ve got the speed on us."
"Let "em wait. To blazes with the Aleutians! Ready again there for a tack! Sou"-east now. We"ll work through this till we git to the wind ag"in. It"s all blue water to the Seward Peninsula. We"re bound for Nome."
"For Nome?" asked Peggy Simms.
"Nome, Peggy! An American port. The nearest harbor. An" the nearest preacher!"