The hesitation of the girl even to speak to him was very plain to Rainey. Suddenly she threw up her chin.
"Kindly find Doctor Carlsen," she ordered, rather than requested. "Ask him to come as soon as he can. I--" She turned uncertainly to her father.
"Can I help you to get him into the cabin?" asked Rainey.
She thanked him with lips, not eyes, and he a.s.sisted her to shift the almost helpless man into his room and bunk. He was like a stuffed sack between them, save that his body twitched. While Rainey took most of the weight, he marveled at the strength of the slender girl and the way in which she applied it. Simms seemed to have fainted, to be on the verge of unconsciousness or even utter collapse. Rainey felt his wrist, and the pulse was almost imperceptible.
"I"ll get the doctor immediately," he said.
She nodded at him, chafing her father"s hands, her own face pale, and a look of anxious fear in her eyes.
"Mighty funny sort of sciatica," Rainey told himself as he hurried forward. He knew where Carlsen was, in the hunters" cozy quarters, playing poker. From the chips in front of him he had been winning heavily.
"The skipper"s ill," said Rainey. "No pulse. Almost unconscious."
Carlsen raised his eyebrows.
"Didn"t know you were a physician," he said. "Just one of his spells.
I"ll finish this hand. Too good to lay down. The skipper can wait for once."
The hunters grinned as Carlsen took his time to draw his cards, make his bets and eventually win the pot on three queens.
"I wonder what your real game is?" Rainey asked himself as he affected to watch the play. According to his own announcement Carlsen was deliberately neglecting the father of the girl he was to marry and at the same time slighting the captain to his own men. Carlsen drew in his chips and leisurely made a note of the amount.
"Quite a while yet to settling-day," he said to the players. "Luck may swing all round the compa.s.s before then, boys. All right, Rainey, you needn"t wait."
Rainey ignored the omitted "Mister." He held the respect of the sailors, since he had shown his ability, but he knew that the hunters regarded him with an amused tolerance that lacked disrespect by a small margin.
To them he was only the amateur sailor. Rainey fancied that the doctor had contributed to this att.i.tude, and it did not lessen his score against Carlsen.
The captain did not make his appearance for that day, the next, or the next. The men began to roll eyes at one another when they asked after his health. Carlsen kept his own counsel, and Peggy Simms spent most of her time in the main cabin with her eyes always roving to her father"s door. Rainey noticed that Tamada brought no food for the sick man.
Carlsen was the apparent controller of the schooner. Lund was quick to sense this.
"We got to block that Carlsen"s game," he said to Rainey. "There"s a n.i.g.g.e.r in the woodpile somewhere an" you an" me got to uncover him, matey, afore we reach Bering Strait, or you an" me"ll finish this trip squattin" on the rocks of one of the Four Mountain Islands makin" faces at the gulls.
"I wish you c"ud git under the skin of that j.a.p. No use tryin" to git in with the crew or the hunters. They"re ag"in" both of us--leastwise the hunters are. The hands don"t count. They"re jest plain hash."
Lund spoke with an absolute contempt of the sailors that was characteristic of the man.
"You think they"d put a blind man ash.o.r.e that way?" asked Rainey.
"Carlsen would. In a minnit. He"d argy that you c"ud look out for me, seein" as we are chums. As for you, you"ve bin useful, but you can"t navigate, an" you"ve helped train Hansen to yore work. You were in the way at the start, an" he"d jest as soon git rid of you that road as enny other. He don"t intend you to have Bergstrom"s share, by a jugful."
Lund grinned as he spoke, and Rainey felt a little chill raise gooseflesh all over his body. It was not exactly fear, but--
"They don"t look on us two as _mascots_," went on Lund. "But to git back to that j.a.p. Forewarned is forearmed. He ain"t over an" above liked, but they"ve got used to him goin" back an" forth with their grub, an" they sort of despise him for a yellow-skinned coolie.
"Now Tamada ain"t no coolie. I know j.a.ps. He"s a cut above his job.
Cooks well enough for a swell billet ash.o.r.e if he wanted it. An" there ain"t much goin" on that Tamada ain"t wise to. See if you can"t get next to him. Trubble is he"s too d.a.m.n" neutral. He knows he"s safe, becoz he"s cook an" a d.a.m.n" good one. But he"s wise to what Carlsen"s playin"
at.
"Carlsen don"t care for man, woman, G.o.d, or the devil. Neither do I," he concluded. "An" I"ve got a card or two up my sleeve. But I"d sure like to git a peep at what the doc"s holdin"."
The storm blew out, and there came a spell of pleasant weather, with the _Karluk_ gliding along, logging a fair rate where a less well-designed vessel would barely have found steerage way, riding on an almost even keel. Simms was still confined to his cabin, though now his daughter took him in an occasional tray.
Except for observations and the details of navigation, Carlsen left the schooner to Rainey. They were well off the coast, out of the fogs, apparently alone upon the lonely ocean that ran sparkling to the far horizon. It was warm, there was little to do, the sailors, as well as the hunters, spent most of their time lounging on the deck.
Save at meal-times, Carlsen, for one who had announced himself as an accepted lover, neglected the girl, who had devoted herself to her father. Yet she seldom went into her cabin, never remained there long, and time must have hung heavily on her hands. A girl of her spirit must have resented such treatment, Rainey imagined, but reminded himself it was none of his business.
Lund hung over the rail, smoking, or paced the deck, always close to Rainey. The manner in which he went about the ship was almost uncanny.
Except that his arms were generally ahead of him when he moved, his hands, with their woolly covering of red hair, lightly touching boom or rope or rail, he showed no hesitation, made no mistakes.
He no longer shuffled, as he had on sh.o.r.e, but moved with a pantherlike dexterity, here and there at will. When the breeze was steady he would even take the wheel and steer perfectly by the "feel of the wind" on his cheek, the slap of it in the canvas, or the creak of the rigging to tell him if he was holding to the course. And he took an almost childish delight in proclaiming his prowess as helmsman.
The booms were stayed out against swinging in flaws and the roll of the sea, and Lund strode back and forth behind Rainey, who had the wheel.
The hunters were grouped about Carlsen, who, seated on the skylight, was telling them something at which they guffawed at frequent intervals.
"Spinnin" them some of his s.m.u.tty yarns," growled Lund, halting in his promenade. "Bad for discipline, an" bad for us. He"s the sort of fine-feathered bird that wouldn"t give those chaps a first look ash.o.r.e.
Gittin" in solid with "em that way is a bad steer. You can"t handle a man you make a pal of, w"en he ain"t yore rank."
"Carlsen"s slack, but he"s a good sailorman," said Rainey casually.
"d.a.m.n" sight better sailorman than he is doctor," retorted Lund. "Hear him the other mornin" w"en I asked him if he c"ud give me somethin" to help my eyes hurtin"? "I"m no eye specialist," sez he. "Try some boracic acid, my man." I wouldn"t put ennything in my eyes _he"d_ give me, you can lay to that. He"d give me vitriol, if he thought I"d use it. I wouldn"t let him treat a sick cat o" mine. He"s the kind o" doctor that uses his t.i.tle to give him privileges with the wimmin. I know his sort."
Rainey wondered why Lund had asked Carlsen for a lotion if he did not mean to use it, but he did not provoke further argument. Lund was going on.
"He don"t do the skipper enny good, thet"s certain."
"Captain Simms seems to believe in him," answered Rainey. He wondered how much of Carlsen"s increasing dominance over the skipper Lund had noticed.
"Simms is Carlsen"s dog!" exploded Lund. "The doc"s got somethin" on him, mark me. Carlsen"s a bad egg an", w"en he hatches, you"ll see a buzzard. An" you wait till he"s needed as a doctor on somethin" that takes more"n a few kind words or a lick out a bottle."
There was a stir among the hunters. Lund turned his spectacled eyes in their direction.
"What are they up to now?" he queried. "Goin" to play poker? Wish I had my eyes. I"d show "em how to read the pips."
Hansen came aft, offering to take the wheel.
"They bane goin" to shute at targets," he said. "Meester Carlsen he put up prizes. For rifle an" shotgun. Thought you might like to watch it, sir."
Rainey gave over the spokes and went to the starboard rail with Lund, watching the preparations between fore and main masts for the compet.i.tion, and telling Lund what was happening. Carlsen gave out some shotgun cartridges from cardboard boxes, twelve to each of the six hunters.
"Hunters pay for their own sh.e.l.ls," said Lund. "But they buy "em from the ship. Mate"s perkisite. They usually have some sh.e.l.ls on hand for the rifles, but the paper cases o" the shotgun cartridges suck up the damp an" they keep better in the magazine in the cabin. What they shootin" at? Bottles?"
Sandy, the roustabout, had been requisitioned to toss up empty bottles, and those who failed cursed him for a poor thrower. A hunter named Deming made no misses, and secured first prize of ten dollars in gold, with a man named Beale scoring two behind him, and getting half that amount from Carlsen.
Then came the test with the rifles. The weapons were all of the same caliber, well oiled, and in perfect condition. As Lund had said, each of the hunters had a few sh.e.l.ls in his possession, but they lacked the total of six dozen by a considerable margin.
Carlsen went below for the necessary ammunition while the target was completed and set in place. A keg had been rigged with a weight underslung to keep it upright, and a tin can, painted white, set on a short spar in one end of the keg. A light line was attached to a bridle, and the mark lowered over the stern, where it rode, bobbing in the tail of the schooner"s wake, thirty fathoms from the taffrail where the crowd gathered.