"What d"ye figger on doin" with yore share, Rainey?" Lund asked him the night that they pa.s.sed Nome. It was stormy weather in the Strait, and the _Karluk_ was snugged down under treble reefs, fighting her way north. Ice in the Narrows was scarce, though Lund predicted broken floes once they got through. The cabin was cozy, with a stove going. Peggy Simms was busied with some sewing, the canary and the plants gave the place a domestic atmosphere, and Lund, smoking comfortably, was eminently at ease.
""Cordin" to the way the men figgered it out," he went on, "though I reckon they"re under the mark more"n over it, you"ll have forty thousan" dollars. That"s quite a windfall, though nothin" to Miss Peggy, here, or me, for that matter. I s"pose you got it all spent already."
"I don"t know that I have," said Rainey. "But I think, if all goes well, I"ll get a place up in the Coast Range, in the redwoods looking over the sea, and write. Not newspaper stuff, but what I"ve always wanted to.
Stories. Yarns of adventure!"
Peggy Simms looked up.
"You"ve never done that?" she asked.
"Not satisfactorily. I suppose that genius burns in a garret, but I don"t imagine myself a genius and I don"t like garrets. I"ve an idea I can write better when I don"t have to stand the bread-and-b.u.t.ter strain of routine."
"Goin" to write second-hand stuff?" asked Lund. "Why don"t you _live_ what you write? I don"t see how yo"re goin" to git under a man"s skin by squattin" in a bungalow with a j.a.p servant, a porcelain bathtub, an"
breakfast in bed. Why don"t you travel an" see stuff as it is? How in blazes are you goin" to write Adventure if you don"t live it?
"Me, I"m goin" to git a schooner built accordin" to my own ideas. Have a kicker engine in it, mebbe, an" go round the world. What"s the use of livin" on it an" not knowin" it by sight? Books and pictures are all right in their way, I reckon, but, while my riggin" holds up, I"m for travel. Mebbe I"ll take a group of islands down in the South Seas after a bit an" make somethin" out of "em. Not jest _copra_ an" pearl-sh.e.l.l, but cotton an" rubber."
"A king and his kingdom," suggested the girl.
"Aye, an" mebbe a queen to go with it," replied Lund, his eyes wide open in a look that made the girl flush and Rainey feel the hidden issue that he felt was bound to come, rising to the surface.
"That"s a _man"s_ life," went on Lund. "Travel"s all right, but a man"s got to do somethin", buck somethin", start somethin". An" a red-blooded man wants the right kind of a woman to play mate. Polish off his rough edges, mebbe. I"d rather be a rough castin" that could stand filin" a bit, than smooth an" plated. An", when I find the right woman, one of my own breed, I"m goin" to tie to her an" her to me.
"I"m goin" to be rich. They"ve cleaned up the sands of Nome, but there"s others"ll be found yit between Cape Hope an" Cape Barry. Meantime, we"ve got a placer of our own. With plenty of gold they ain"t much limit to what a man can do. I"ve roughed it all my life, an" I"m not lookin" for ease. It makes a man soft. But--"
He swept the figure of the girl in a pause that was eloquent of his line of thought. She grew uneasy of it, but Lund maintained it until she raised her eyes from her work and challenged his. Rainey saw her breast heave, saw her struggle to hold the gaze, turn red, then pale. He thought her eyes showed fear, and then she stiffened. Almost unconsciously she raised her hand to where Rainey was sure she kept the little pistol, touched something as though to a.s.sure herself of its presence, and went on sewing. Lund chuckled, but shifted his eyes to Rainey.
"Why don"t you write up _this_ v"yage? When it"s all over? There"s adventure for you, an" we ain"t ha"f through with it. An" romance, too, mebbe. We ain"t developed much of a love-story as yit, but you never can tell."
He laughed, and Peggy Simms got up quietly, folded her sewing, and said "Good night" composedly before she went to her room.
"How about it, Rainey?" quizzed Lund. "How about the love part of it?
She"s a beauty, an" she"ll be an heiress. Ain"t you got enny red blood in yore veins? Don"t you want her? You won"t find many to hold a candle to her. Looks, built like a racin" yacht, smooth an" speedy. Smart, an"
rich into the bargain. Why don"t you make love to her?"
Rainey felt the burning blood mounting to his face and brain.
"I am not in love with Miss Simms," he said. "If I was I should not try to make love to her under the circ.u.mstances. She"s alone, and she"s fatherless. I do not care to discuss her."
"She"s a woman," said Lund. "And yo"re a d.a.m.ned prig! You"d like to bust me in the jaw, but you know I"m stronger. You"ve got some guts, Rainey, but yo"re hidebound. You ain"t got ha"f the git-up-an"-go to ye that she has. She"s a woman, I tell you, an" she"s to be won. If you want her, why don"t you stand up an" try to git her "stead of sittin" around like a sick cat whenever I happen to admire her looks?
"I"ve seen you. I ain"t blind enny longer, you know. She"s a woman an"
I"m a man. I thought you was one. But you ain"t. Yore idea of makin"
love is to send the gal a box of candy an" walk p.u.s.s.y-footed an" write poems to her. You want to _write_ life an" I want to _live_ it. So does a gal like that. She"s more my breed than yores, if she has got eddication. An" she"s flesh and blood. Same as I am. Yo"re half sawdust.
Yo"re stuffed."
He went on deck laughing, leaving Rainey raging but helpless. Lund appeared to think the situation obvious. Two men, and a woman who was attractive in many ways. The _only_ woman while they were aboard the schooner, therefore the more to be desired, admired by men cut off from the rest of the world.
He expected Rainey to be in love with her, to stand up and say so, to endeavor to win her. Lund sought the ardor of compet.i.tion. He might be looking for the excuse to crush Rainey.
But he had said she was of his breed, and that was a true saying. If Lund was a son of the sea, she was a daughter of a line of seamen. Lund, sooner or later, meant to take her, willing or unwilling. He had said so, none too covertly, that very evening. And, if Rainey meant to stand between her and Lund as a protector, Lund would accept him in that character only as the girl"s lover and his rival.
And Rainey did not know whether he was in love with her or not. He could not even be certain of the girl. There were times when Lund seemed to fascinate her. One thing he braced himself to do, to be ready to aid her against Lund if occasion came, and she needed protection. The luck, as Lund phrased it, that had given brawn to the giant, had given Rainey brains. When the time came he would use them.
After this the girl avoided Lund"s company as much as possible by seeking Rainey"s. They worked through the Strait and headed into the Arctic Ocean. Ice was all about them, fields formed of vast blocks of frozen water divided by broad lanes through which the _Karluk_ slowly made her way, a maze of ice, always threatening, calling for all of Lund"s skill while he fumed at every barrier, every change of the weather that grew steadily colder.
The sky was never entirely unveiled by mist, and at night, as they sailed down a frozen fiord with lookouts doubled, the grinding smashing noises of the ice seemed the warning voice of the North, as they sailed on into the wilderness.
The hunters kept below. Lund bossed the ship. Deming, it seemed, managed to hold his cards and deal them despite his mending arm in splints. And he was steadily winning. The girl talked with Rainey of her own life ash.o.r.e and at sea on earlier trips with her father, of his own desire to write, of his ambitions, until there was little he had not told her, even to the girl who was the daughter of the Lumber King.
And the spell of her nearness, her youth, her beauty, naturally held him. When he was on deck duty she remained in her room. When Lund relieved him, the day"s work giving Lund, Hansen, and Rainey each two regular watches of four hours, though Lund put in most of the night as the ice grew more difficult to navigate, Rainey occasionally saw the giant"s eyes sizing him up with a sardonic twinkle.
For the time being, the safety of the _Karluk_ and the successful carrying out of the purpose of the trip took all of Lund"s attention and energy. Twice he had been thwarted by the weather from gleaning his golden harvest, and it began to look as if the third attempt might be no more fortunate.
"The _Karluk"s_ stout," he said once, "but she ain"t built for the Arctic. If we git nipped badly she"ll go like an eggsh.e.l.l."
"And then what?" Rainey asked.
"Git the gold! That"s what we come for. If we have to make sleds an" use the hunters for a dorg-team." He laughed indomitably. "We"ll make a man of you yit, Rainey, afore we git back."
Lund was s.n.a.t.c.hing sleep in sc.r.a.ps, seeking always to feel a way toward the position of the island through the ice that continually baffled progress. Several times they risked the schooner in a narrow lane when a lull of the often uncertain wind would have seen them ground between the edges of the floe. Twice Lund ordered out the boats to save them.
Once all hands fended desperately with spars to keep her clear, and only the schooner"s overhung stern saved her rudder from the savagely clashing ma.s.ses that closed behind them.
But he showed few signs of strain. Once in a while he would sit with closed eyes or pa.s.s his hands across his brows as if they pained him.
But he never complained, and the ice, taking on the dull hues of sea and sky, gave off no glare that should affect the sight. Against all opposition Lund forced his way until, just after sunset one night, as the dusk swept down, he gave a shout and pointed to a fitful flare over the port bow. Rainey thought it the aurora, but Lund laughed at him.
"It"s the crater atop the island," he said. "Nothin" dangerous. Reg"lar lighthouse. Now, boys," he went on, his deep voice ringing with exhilaration, "there"s gold in sight! Whistle for a change of weather, every mother"s son of you!"
The deck was soon crowded. On the previous trip the schooner had approached the island from a different angle, but the men were swift to acknowledge the glow of the volcano as the expected landfall. Lund remained on deck, and it was late before any of the crew turned in.
Rainey, during his watch, saw the mountain fire-pulse, glowing and winking like the eye of a Cyclops, its gleam reflected in the eyes of the watchers who were about to invade the island and rob it of its golden sands.
The change of weather came about three in the morning, though not as Lund had hoped. A sudden wind materialized from the north, stiffening the canvas with its ice-laden breath, glazing the schooner wherever moisture dripped, bringing up an angry scud of clouds that fought with the moon. The sea appeared to have thickened. The _Karluk_ went sluggishly, as if she was sailing in a sea of treacle.
"Half slush already," said Lund. "We"re in for a real cold snap.
There"ll be pancake ice all around us afore dawn. That is sure a hard beach to fetch. But it"s too early for winter closing. After this nip we"ll have a warm spell. An" we got to git the stuff aboard an" start kitin" south afore the big freeze-up catches us."
CHAPTER XV
SMOKE
When Rainey came on deck the next morning he found the schooner floating in a small lagoon that made the center of a floe. The water in it was slush, half solid. Main and fore were close furled, the headsails also, and the _Karluk_ was nosing against the far end of the rapidly diminishing basin. The wind was still lively.
All about were other floes, but they were widely separated, and between them crisp waves of indigo were curling snappily.