They would have to explain Carlsen"s death. They would be asked about the purpose of the voyage, the crew examined. It might mean detention, the defeat of the expedition, the very thing that Lund had feared, the following of them to the island. He wondered how Lund would take to the plan.
He found that Tamada had administered the morphine. Already the beneficial results were apparent. The dry, frightfully sallow skin had changed and Simms was breathing freely while Tamada, feeling his pulse, nodded affirmatively to the girl"s questioning glance.
"Got it?" asked Lund.
Rainey gave the result of his search.
"We"ll have to put in to Unalaska," he said. "There are doctors there."
The girl turned toward Lund. He smiled at the intensity of her gaze and pose.
"I play fair, Miss Peggy," he said. "Rainey, change the course."
Peggy Simms seized Lund"s great paw in both her hands, and, for the first time, the tears overflowed her eyes. The _Karluk_ came about as Rainey reached the deck and gave his orders. Then he returned to the cabin. The captain had opened his eyes.
"Peggy!" he murmured. "Carlsen, where is he? Lund! Good G.o.d, Lund, you can see?"
"Keep quiet as you can," said Tamada. Something in his voice made the skipper shift his look to the j.a.panese.
"Where"s Carlsen?" he asked again.
"He can"t come now," said Tamada.
Under the urge of the drug the skipper"s brain seemed abnormally clear, his intuition heightened.
"Carlsen"s dead?" he asked. Then, shifting to Lund. "You killed him, Jim?"
Lund nodded.
"How much morphine did you give me?"
"Five grains."
"It"s not enough. It won"t last. _There isn"t any more?_" he flashed out, with sudden energy, trying to raise himself.
"We"re puttin" in for Unalaska, Simms," said Lund.
"How far?"
""Bout seventy miles."
"Then it"s too late. Too late. The pain"s shifted of late--to my heart.
It"ll get me presently."
The girl darted a look of hate at Lund, an accusation that he met composedly, swift as the change had come from the almost reverence with which she had clasped his hand.
"I"ll be gone in an hour or two," said the skipper. "Got to talk while this lasts. Jim--about leavin" you that time. I could have come back. I had words about it--with Hansen. He knows. But the gale was bad, an" the ice. It wasn"t the gold, Jim. I swear it. I had the ship an" crew to look out for. An" Peggy, at home.
"I might have gone back sooner, Jim, I"ll own up to that. But it wasn"t the gold that did it. An"--I didn"t hear what you shouted, Jim. The storm came up. We were frozen by the time we found the ship. Numb.
"Then, then; oh, G.o.d, my heart!" He sat upright, clutching at his chest, his face convulsed with spasms of pain. Tamada got some brandy between the chattering teeth. Sweat poured out on the skipper"s forehead, and he sank back, exhausted but temporarily relieved. The girl wiped his brows.
"It"ll get me next attack," he said presently in a weak voice. "Jim, this trouble hit me the day after we left the floe. Not sciatica, at first, but in the head. I couldn"t think right. I was just numb in the brain. An" when it cleared off, it was too late. The ice had closed. We couldn"t go back. I read up in my medical book, Jim, later, when the sciatica took me.
"Had to take to my bunk. Couldn"t stand. I had morphine, an" it relieved me. Took too much after a while. Had to have it. Got better in San Francisco for a bit. Then Carlsen prescribed it. Morphine was my boss, an" then Carlsen, he was boss of the morphine. Seemed like--seemed like--_More brandy, Tamada_."
His voice was weaker when he spoke again. They came closer to catch his whispers.
"Carlsen--mind wasn"t my own. Peggy--I wasn"t in my right mind, honey. Not when--Carlsen--he was angel when he gave me what I wanted--devil--when he wouldn"t. Made me--do things. But he"s dead. And I"m going. Never reach Unalaska. Peggy--forgive. Meant for best--but--not in right mind. Jim--it wasn"t the gold. Not Peggy"s fault--anyway."
"She"ll get hers, Simms," said Lund. "Yours too."
The skipper"s eyes closed and his frame settled under the clothes. The girl flung herself on the bed in uncontrollable weeping. Lund raised his eyebrows at Tamada, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Better get out o" here," whispered Lund. He and Rainey went out together. In a few minutes Tamada joined them, his face sphinxlike as ever.
"He is dead," he said.
Rainey and Lund went on deck. The schooner thrashed toward the volcano, the bearing-mark for Unalaska, hidden behind it. They paced up and down in silence.
"I guess he was "Honest Simms," after all," said Lund at last. "The gal blames me for the morphine, but Carlsen never meant him to live. She"ll see that after a bit, mebbe."
Rainey glanced at him curiously. He was getting fresh lights on Lund.
Then the girl appeared, pale, composed, coming straight up to Lund, who halted his stride at sight of her.
"Will you change the course, Mr. Lund?" she said.
He looked at her in surprise.
"Father spoke once more. After you left. He does not want you to go on to Unalaska. He said it would mean a rush for the gold; perhaps you would have to stay there. He does not want you to lose the gold. He wants me to have my share. He made me promise. And he wants--he wants"--she bit her lip fiercely in repression of her feelings--"to be buried at sea. That was his last request."
She turned and looked over the rail, struggling to wink back her tears.
Rainey saw the giant"s glance sweep over her, full of admiration.
"As you wish, Miss Peggy," he said. "Hansen, "bout ship. Hold on a minnit. How about you, Miss Peggy? If you want to go home, we can find ways at Unalaska. I play fair. I"ll bring back yore share--in full."
"I am not thinking about the gold," the girl said scornfully. "But I want to carry out my father"s last wishes, if you will permit me. I shall stay with the ship. Now I am going back to him. You--you"--she quelled the tremble of her mouth, and her chin showed firm and determined--"you can arrange for the funeral to-morrow at dawn, if you will. I want him to-night."
Her face quivered piteously, but she conquered even that and walked to the companionway.
"Game, by G.o.d, game as they make "em!" said Lund.
CHAPTER XII
DEMING BREAKS AN ARM