"All right, Hansen," he said in answer, and the man hurried off after his extra detail.
Lund came up after a while, and Rainey told him of the fate of Carlsen"s body.
"I figgered they"d do about that," commented Lund. "They savvied he"d aimed to make suckers out of "em, an" they dumped him. But they ain"t on our side, by a long sight. Not that I give a d.a.m.n. If they want to sulk, let "em sulk. But they"ll stand their watches, an", when we git to the beach, they"ll do their share of diggin". If they need drivin", I"ll drive "em.
"That Deming is a better man than I thought. He"s the main grouch among "em. Said if I hadn"t had a gun he"d have tackled me in the cabin. Meant it, too, though I"d have smashed him. He"s sore becoz I said he warn"t my equal. I told him, enny time he wanted to try it out, I"d accommodate him. He didn"t take it up, an" they"ll kid him about it. He"ll pack a grudge. I ain"t afraid of their knifin" me, not while the skipper"s sick. They need me to navigate."
"This might be a good chance for me to handle a s.e.xtant," suggested Rainey casually.
Lund shook his head, smiling, but his eyes hard.
"Not yet, matey," he said. "Not that I don"t trust you, but for me to be the only one, jest now, is a sort of life insurance that suits me to carry. They might figger, if you was able to navigate, that they c"ud put the screws on you to carry "em through, with me out of the way. I don"t say they could, but they might make it hard for you, an" you ain"t got quite the same stake in this I have."
Here was cold logic, but Rainey saw the force of it. Hansen came up early to split the watch and put their schedule right again, and Lund went below with Rainey. Lund ordered Tamada to bring a bottle and gla.s.ses, and they sat down at the table. Rainey needed the kick of a drink, and took one.
As Lund was raising his gla.s.s with a toast of "Here"s to luck," the skipper"s door opened and the girl appeared. She looked like a ghost.
Her hair was disheveled and her eyes stared at them without seeming recognition. But she spoke, in a flat toneless voice.
"My father is dead! I--" she faltered, swayed, and seemed to swoon as she sank toward the floor. Rainey darted forward, but Lund was quicker and swooped her up in his arms as if she had been a feather, took her to the table, set her in a chair, dabbled a napkin in some water and applied it to her brows.
"Chafe her wrists," he ordered Rainey. "Undo that top b.u.t.ton of her blouse. That"s enough; she ain"t got on corsets. She"ll come through.
Plumb worn out. That"s all."
He handled her, deftly, as a nurse would a child. Rainey chafed the slender wrists and beat her palms, and soon she opened her eyes and sighed. Then she pulled away from Lund, bending over her, and got to her feet.
"I must go to my father," she said. "He is dead."
They followed her into the cabin, and Lund bent over the bunk.
"Looks like it," he whispered to Rainey. 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."
The j.a.panese, by some intuition, was already on hand, and produced the brandy. Rainey poured out a measure. The captain"s teeth were tightly clenched. Lund spraddled one great hand across his jaws, pressing at their junction, forcing them apart, firmly, but gently enough, while Rainey squeezed in a few drops of brandy from the corner of his soaked handkerchief. Lund stroked the sick man"s throat, and he swallowed automatically.
"More brandy," ordered Lund.
With the next dose there came signs of revival, a low moan from the skipper. The girl flew to his side. Tamada, standing by with the bottle, stepped forward, handed the brandy to Rainey, and rolled up the lid of an eye, looking closely at the pupil.
"I study medicine at Tokio," he said.
"Why didn"t ye say so before?" demanded Lund. It did not occur to any of them to doubt Tamada"s word. There was an air of professional a.s.surance and an efficiency about him that carried weight. "What can you do for him? There"s a medicine chest in Carlsen"s room."
"I was hired to cook," said Tamada quietly. "I should not have been permit to interfere. It is not my business if a white man makes a fool of himself. Now we want morphine and hypodermic syringe."
Tamada rolled up the captain"s sleeve. The flesh, shrunken, pallid, was closely spotted with dot-like scars that showed livid, as if the captain had been suffering from some strange rash.
Lund whistled softly. Rainey, too, knew what it meant. The skipper had been a veritable slave to the drug. Carlsen had administered it, prescribed it, used it as a means to bring Simms under his subjection.
The girl looked strangely at Tamada.
"Would he have taken that for sciatica?" she asked.
"I think, perhaps, yes. Injection over muscle gives relief. Sometimes makes cure. But Captain Simms take too much. Suppose this supply cut off very suddenly, then come too much chills, maybe collapse, maybe--" The girl clutched his arm.
"You meant more than you said. It might mean death?"
"I don"t know," replied Tamada gravely. "Perhaps, if now we have morphine, presently we give him smaller dose every time, it will be all right." He lifted up the sick man"s hand and examined the nails critically. They were broken, brittle.
Rainey had gone to Carlsen"s room in search of the drug and the injecting needle.
"How much d"ye suppose he took at once?" Lund asked the j.a.panese in a low voice.
"Fifteen grains, I think. Maybe more. Too much! Always too much drug in his veins. Much worse than opium for man."
"Carlsen"s work," growled Lund. "Increased the stuff on him till he couldn"t do without it. Made him a slave to dope an" Carlsen his boss.
He deserved killin" jest for that, the skunk."
Rainey frantically searched through the medicine chest and, finding only five tablets marked _Morphine 1 gr._ in a bottle, sought elsewhere in vain. And he could find no needle. But he ran across some automatic cartridges and put them in his pockets before he hurried back.
"This is not enough," said Tamada. "And we should have needle. But I dissolve these in galley." And he hurried out. The girl had slipped down on her knees beside the bed, holding her father"s hand against her lips, her eyes closed. She seemed to be praying.
Rainey and Lund looked at each other. Rainey was trying to recall something. It came at last, the memory of Carlsen slipping something in his pocket as he had come out of the captain"s room. That had been the hypodermic case! As the thought lit up" his eyes he saw a flash in Lund"s.
"Carlsen had the morphine on him," said Lund in a whisper, not to disturb the girl.
"And the needle!" said Rainey. "What if?" He raced out of the cabin forward, pa.s.sing Tamada, coming out of the galley with the dissolved tablets in a gla.s.s that steamed with hot water. Swiftly he told his suspicions.
"They may have searched him first," he said, and went on to the hunters"
cabin. They were seated about their table, talking. On seeing Rainey they stopped abruptly and viewed him suspiciously. Deming rose.
"What"s the idea?" he asked and his tone was not friendly.
Rainey hurriedly explained. Deming shrugged his shoulders.
"They sewed him up in canvas in the fo"k"le," he said indifferently.
"None of us went through him. I think they made the kid do the job."
Rainey found Sandy in his bunk, asleep, trying to get one of the catnaps by which he made up his lack of definitely a.s.signed rest. The roustabout woke with a shudder, flinching under Rainey"s hand.
"They made me do it," he said in answer. "None of "em "ud touch it till I had it sewed in an old staysail, an" a boatkedge tied on for weight. I didn"t go inter his pockets. I was scared to touch it more"n I had to."
"Is that the truth, Sandy? I don"t care what you took besides this little case and a bottle of tablets. You can keep the rest."
"It"s the b.l.o.o.d.y truth, Mister Rainey, s"elp me," whined Sandy. And the truth was in his shifty eyes.
Rainey went back with his news. He imagined that the five grains would prove temporarily sufficient. And they could put in for Unalaska. There were surgeons there with the revenue fleet. He thought there was probably a hospital.