Carlsen, returning, ordered Hansen to steer fine. He gave each compet.i.tor a limit of ten seconds for his aim, contributing an element of chance that made the contest a sporting one. Without the counting, each would have deliberately waited for the most favorable moment when the schooner hung in the trough and the white can was backed by green water. As it was, it made a far-from-easy mark, slithering, lurching, dipping as the _Karluk_ slid down a wave or met a fresh one, the can often blurred against the blobs of foam.
More bullets. .h.i.t the keg than the can, and Carlsen was often called upon as umpire. But the tin gradually became ragged and blotched where the steel-jacketed missiles tore through. Beale and Deming both had five clean, undisputed hits, tying for first prize. Beale offered to shoot it off with six more sh.e.l.ls apiece, and Deming consented.
"Can"t be done," declared Carlsen. "Not right now, anyway. I gave out the last sh.e.l.l there was in the magazine. If there are any more the skipper"s got them stowed away, and I can"t disturb him."
"Derned funny," said Deming, "a sealer shy on cartridges! Lucky we ain"t worryin" about thet sort of a cargo."
"Probably plenty aboard somewhere," said Carlsen, "but I don"t know where they are. Sorry to break up the shooting. You boys have got me beaten on rifles and shotguns," he went on, producing from his hip pocket a flat, effective-looking automatic pistol of heavy caliber. "How are you on small arms?"
The hunters shook their heads dubiously.
"Never use "em," said Deming. "Never could do much with that kind, ennyhow. Give me a revolver, an" I might make out to hit a whale, if he was close enough, but not with one o" them."
"Not much difference," said, Carlsen. "Any of you got revolvers?"
No one spoke. It was against the unwritten laws of a vessel for pistols to be owned forward of the main cabin. Beale finally answered for the rest.
"Nary a pistol, sir."
"Then," said Carlsen, "I"ll give you an exhibition myself. Any bottles left? Beale, will you toss them for me?"
There were eight shots in the automatic, and Carlsen smashed seven bottles in mid-air. He missed the last, but retrieved himself by breaking it as it dipped in the wake. The hunters shouted their appreciation.
"Break all of "em?" Lund asked Rainey. "Enny bottles left at all?"
He walked toward the taffrail, addressing Carlsen.
"Kin you shoot by _sound_ as well as by sight, Doc?" he challenged.
"I fancy not," said Carlsen.
"If I had my eyes I"d snapshoot ye for a hundred bucks," said Lund. "As it is, I might target one or two. Rainey, have some one run a line, head-high, an" fix a bottle on it, will ye? I ain"t got a gun o" my own, Doc," he continued, "will you lend me yours?" Carlsen filled his clip and Lund turned toward Rainey, who was rigging the target.
"I"ll want you to tap it with a stick," he said. "Signal-flag staff"ll do fine."
Rainey got the slender bamboo and stood by. Lund felt for the cord, pa.s.sed his fingers over the suspended bottle and stepped off five paces, hefting the automatic to judge its balance.
"Ruther have my own gun," he muttered. "All right, tetch her up, Rainey."
Rainey tapped the bottle on the neck and it gave out a little tinkle, lost immediately in the crash of splintering gla.s.s as the bottle, hit fairly in the torn label, broke in half.
"How much left?" asked Lund. "Half? Tetch it up."
Again he fired and again the bullet found the mark, leaving only the neck of the bottle still hanging. Lund grinned.
"Thet"s all," he said. "Jest wanted to show ye what a blind man can do, if he"s put to it."
There was little applause. Carlsen took his gun in silence and moved forward with the hunters and the onlookers, disappearing below. Rainey took the wheel over from Hansen and ordered him forward again.
"Given "em something to talk about," chuckled Lund. "Carlsen wanted to show off his fancy shootin". Wal, I"ve shown "em I ain"t entirely wrecked if I ain"t carryin" lights. An" I slipped more"n one over on Carlsen at that."
Rainey did not catch his entire meaning and said nothing.
"Did you get wise to the play about the sh.e.l.ls?" asked Lund. "A smart trick, though Deming almost tumbled. Carlsen got those dumb fools of hunters to fire away every sh.e.l.l they happened to have for"ard. If the magazine"s empty, I"ll bet Carlsen knows where they"s plenty more sh.e.l.ls, if we ever needed "em bad. But now those rifles an" shotguns ain"t no more use than so many clubs--_not to the hunters_. An" he"s found out they ain"t got enny pistols. _He"s_ got one, an" shows "em how straight he shoots, jest in case there should be enny trubble between "em. Plays both ends to the middle, does Carlsen. Slick! But he ain"t won the pot. They"s a joker in this game. Mebbe he holds it, mebbe not."
He nodded mysteriously, well pleased with himself.
"Don"t suppose _you_ brought a gun along with ye?" he asked Rainey.
"Might come in handy."
"I wasn"t expecting to stay," Rainey replied dryly, "or I might have."
Lund laughed heartily, slapping his leg.
"That"s a good un," he declared. "It would have bin a good idea, though.
It sure pays to go heeled when you travel with strangers."
CHAPTER IV
THE BOWHEAD
Captain Simms appeared again in the cabin and on deck, but he was not the same man. His illness seemed to have robbed him permanently of what was left him of the spring of manhood. It was as if his juices had been sucked from his veins and arteries and tissues, leaving him flabby, irresolute, compared to his former self. Even as Lund shadowed Rainey, so Simms shadowed Carlsen.
The fine weather vanished, snuffed out in an hour and, day after day, the _Karluk_ flung herself at mocking seas that pounded her bows with blows that sounded like the noise of a giant"s drum. The sun was never seen. Through daylight hours the schooner wrestled with the elements in a ghastly, purplish twilight, lifting under double reefs over great waves that raised spuming crests to overwhelm her, and were ridden down, hissing and roaring, burying one rail and covering the deck to the hatches with yeasty turmoil.
The _Karluk_ charged the stubborn fury of the gale, rolling from side to side, lancing the seas, gaining a little headway, losing leeway, fighting, fighting, while every foot of timber, every fathom of rope, groaned and creaked perpetually, but endured.
To Rainey, this persistent struggle--as he himself controlled the schooner, legs far astride, his oilskins dripping, his feet awash to the ankles, spume drenching and whipping him, the wind a lash--brought exultation and a sense of mastery and confidence such as he had never before held suggestion of. To guide the ship, constantly to baffle the sea and wind, the turbulence, buffeting bows and run and counter, smashing at the rudder, leaping always like a pack of yapping hounds--this was a thing that left the days of his water-front detail far behind.
And then he had thought himself in the whirl of things! Even as Simms seemed to be declining, so Rainey felt that he was coming into the fulness of strength and health.
Lund was ever with him. Sometimes the girl would come up on deck in her own waterproofs and stand against the rail to watch the storm, silent as far as the pair were concerned. And presently Carlsen would come from below or forward and stand to talk with her until she was tired of the deck.
They did not seem much like lovers, Rainey fancied. They lacked the little intimacies that he, though he made himself somewhat of an automaton at the wheel, could not have failed to see. If the girl slipped, Carlsen"s hand would catch and steady her by the arm; never go about her waist. And there was no especial look of welcome in her face when the doctor came to her.
Carlsen seldom took over the wheel. Rainey did more than his share from sheer love of feeling the control. But one day, at a word from the girl, Carlsen and she came up to Rainey as he handled the spokes.
"I"ll take the wheel a while, Rainey," said the doctor.
Rainey gave it up and went amidships. Out of the tail of his eye he could see that the girl was pleading to handle the ship, and that Carlsen was going to let her do so.
Rainey shrugged his shoulders. It was Carlsen"s risk. It was no child"s play in that weather to steer properly. The _Karluk_, with her narrow beam, was lithe and active as a great cat in those waves. It took not only strength, but watchfulness and experience to hold the course in the welter of cross-seas.
Lund, whose recognition of voices was perfect, moved amidships as soon as Carlsen and Peggy Simms came aft. There was no attempt at disguising the fact that the schooner"s afterward was a divided company and, save for the fact of his blindness tempering the action, the manner of Lund"s showing them his back and deliberately walking off would have been a deliberate insult.