As they came into the main cabin Rainey caught Lund by the arm.
"I"m almost sure I saw Carlsen"s door closing," he whispered. "It might have been the shadow."
"But it might not. Shouldn"t wonder. One of "em"s sneaked in. Saw the cabin empty, an" figgered we"d turned in. While we was in the strong-room."
He took the automatic from his pocket and went straight to the door of Carlsen"s room. It was locked or bolted from within.
"The fool!" said Lund. "I"ve got a good mind to let him stay there till he swallers some o" the drugs to fill his belly." He rapped on the panel with the b.u.t.t of the gun.
"Come on out before I start trouble."
There was no answer. Lund looked uncertainly at Rainey.
"I hate to start a rumpus ag"in," he said, jerking his head toward the skipper"s room. ""Count of her. Reckon he can stay there till after we"ve buried Simms. He"s safe enough."
Rainey was a little surprised at this show of thoughtfulness, but he did not remark on it. He was beginning to think pretty constantly of late that he had underestimated Lund.
The giant"s hand dropped automatically to the handle as if to a.s.sure himself of the door being fast. Suddenly it opened wide, a black gap, with only the gray eye of the porthole facing them. Lund had brought up the muzzle of his pistol to the height of a man"s chest, but there was nothing to oppose it.
"Hidin", the d.a.m.n fool! What kind of a game is this? Come out o" there."
Something scuttled on the floor of the room--then darted swiftly out between the legs of Lund and Rainey, on all fours, like a great dog.
Curlike, it sprawled on the floor with a white face and pop-eyes, with hands outstretched in pleading, knees drawn up in some ludicrous attempt at protection, calling shrilly, in the voice of Sandy:
"Don"t shoot, sir! Please don"t shoot!"
Lund reached down and jerked the roustabout to his feet, half strangling him with his grip on the collar of the lad"s shirt, and flung him into a chair.
"What were you doin" in there?"
Sandy gulped convulsively, feeling at his scraggy throat, where an Adam"s apple was working up and down. Speech was scared out of him, and he could only roll his eyes at them.
"You d.a.m.ned young traitor!" said Lund. "I"ll have you keelhauled for this! Out with it, now. Who sent ye? Deming?"
"You"ve got him frightened half to death," intervened Rainey. "They probably scared him into doing this. Didn"t they, Sandy?"
The lad blinked, and tears of self-pity rolled down his grimy cheeks.
The relief of them seemed to unstopper his voice. That, and the kinder quality of Rainey"s questioning.
"Deming! He said he"d cut my b.l.o.o.d.y heart out if I didn"t do it. Him an"
Beale. Lookit."
He plucked aside the front of his almost b.u.t.tonless shirt and worn undervest and showed them on his left breast the scoring where a sharp blade had marked an irregular circle on his skin.
"Beale did that," he whined. "Deming said they"d finish the job if I come back without "em."
"Without the sh.e.l.ls?"
"Yes, sir. Yes, Mr. Rainey. Oh, Gord, they"ll kill me sure! Oh, my Gord!" His staring eyes and loose mouth, working in fear, made him look like a fresh-landed cod.
"You ain"t much use alive," said Lund.
"Mebbe I ain"t," returned the lad, with the desperation of a cornered rat. "But I got a right to live. And I"ve lived worse"n a dorg on this b.l.o.o.d.y schooner. I"m fair striped an" bruised wi" boots an" knuckles an"
ends o" rope. I"d "ave chucked myself over long ago if--"
"If what?"
The lad turned sullen.
"Never mind," he said, and glared almost defiantly at Lund.
"Is that door shut?" the giant asked Rainey. "Some of "em might be hangin" "round." Rainey went to the corridor and closed and locked the entrance.
"Now then, you young devil," said Lund. "What they did to you for"ard ain"t a marker on what I"ll do to you if you don"t speak up an" answer when I talk. _If what?_"
Sandy turned to Rainey.
"They said they was goin" to give me some of the gold," he said. "They said all along I was to have the hat go "round for me. I told you I was dragged up, but there"s--there"s an old woman who was good to me. She"s up ag"in" it for fair. I told her I"d bring her back some dough an" if I can hang on an" git it, I"ll hang on. But they"ll do me up, now, for keeps."
Rainey heard Lund"s chuckle ripen to a quiet laugh.
"I"m d.a.m.ned if they ain"t some guts to the herrin" after all," he said.
"Hangin" on to take some dough back to an old woman who ain"t even his mother. Who"d have thought it? Look here, my lad. I was dragged up the same way, I was. An" I hung on. But you"ll never git a cent out of that bunch. I don"t know as they"ll have enny to give you."
His face hardened. "But you come through, an" I"ll see you git somethin"
for the old woman. An" yoreself, too. What"s more, you can stay aft an"
wait on cabin. If they lay a finger on you, I"ll lay a fist on them, an"
worse."
"You ain"t kiddin" me?"
"I don"t kid, my lad. I don"t waste time that way."
Sandy stood up, his face lighting. He began to empty his pockets, laying sh.e.l.ls and shotgun cartridges upon the table.
"I couldn"t begin to git harf of "em," he said. "The rest"s under the mattresses. They said they on"y needed a few. I thought you was both turned in. When you come out of the corridor I was scared nutty."
Between the mattresses, as Lund had guessed, they found the rest of the sh.e.l.ls, laid out in orderly rows save where the lad"s scrambling fingers had disturbed them. Lund stripped off a pillow-case and dumped them in, together with those on the table.
"You can bunk here," he told the grateful Sandy. "Now I"ll have a few words with Deming, Beale and Company. Want to come along, Rainey?"
Lund strode down the corridor, bag in one hand, his gun in the other.
Rainey threw open the door of the hunters" quarters and discovered them like a lot of conspirators. Deming was in his bunk; also another man, whose ribs Lund had cracked when he had kicked him along the deck out of his way. The bruised faces of the rest showed their effects from the fight. As Lund entered, covering them with the gun, while he swung down the heavy slip on the table with a clatter, their looks changed from eager expectation to consternation.
CHAPTER XIV