"I"m stopping on the vessel. It"s all fixed."
Bull sat down at his desk.
"I"m kind of glad," he said, with a shade of relief. "It isn"t that you aren"t welcome to all the old hospitality Sachigo can hand you. You"re just more than welcome. But Bat hasn"t built his swell hotel yet," he laughed. "And as for us here, why, we "batch" it. There isn"t a thing in skirts around this place, only a c.h.i.n.k cook, a half-breed secretary, and a clerk or two, and a b.u.m sort of decrepit lumber-jack who does my ch.o.r.es. So you see I"m--kind of relieved. Anyway you sleeping on the _Myra_ makes it easy. Now there"s a mighty big conceit to me, and it"s all for this mill in our country"s wilderness. And I just can"t let you quit to-morrow night without showing you all it means. You"ve simply got to see the thing that"s going to make the whole world"s groundwood trade holler before we"re through. You"re my prisoner until you"ve seen the things I"m going to show you. Is it anyway agreeable?"
Nancy smiled delightedly.
"You couldn"t drive me out of Sachigo till I"ve peeked into all your secrets down there," she said.
Bull leant forward with his arms outspread across the desk.
"Great!" he cried. "And," he added, "you shall see them all. The things I can"t show you Bat will. And if I"m a judge that old rascal"ll be tickled to death handing his dope out to you. But--let"s get to business."
Nancy sat up. In a moment all ease was banished. She knew the great moment had come when she must prove herself to those who had entrusted her with her mission.
"Yes," she said, almost hurriedly. "I don"t know the word Mr. Peterman sent you. And anyway it doesn"t matter. I must put things my way. You are a great enterprise here. We are a great enterprise. It looks to us a pretty tough clash is bound to come between us in the near future, and--there should be no necessity for it. There"s room--plenty of room--for both of us in our trade--"
She paused. The keen eyes of Bull were closely observing. He realised her att.i.tude. Her words and tone were almost mechanical, as though she had schooled herself and rehea.r.s.ed her lesson. And her voice was not quite steady. He jumped in with the swift impulse of a man whose rivalry could not withstand that sign of a beautiful girl"s distress.
"Here," he cried, with that command so natural to him. "Just don"t say another word. Let me talk. I guess I can tell you the things it"s up to you to hand me. It"ll save you a deal, and it"ll hand me a chance to blow off the hot air that"s mostly my way. This is the position.
Peterman"s wise to the things doing right here. The Skandinavia"s up against years of cutting on the s.h.a.gaunty. The s.h.a.gaunty"s played right out. You folks have got to open new stuff. It"s my job to know all this.
Very well. As I said, Peterman"s at last got wise to us. He knows we look like flooding the market, and jumping right in on him. So--you"re a mighty wealthy corporation--he figures to recognise us, and embrace us--with a business arrangement. That so?"
"Yes. A business arrangement."
The girl"s relief was almost pathetic. Bull smiled.
"That"s so. A business arrangement. Should I entertain one, eh? That"s the question you"re right here to ask. And you want to take back my answer." He paused. "Well, you"re going to take back my answer. And I kind of feel it"s the answer you"ll like taking back. Say, Miss McDonald, I"m only a youngster, myself, but I guess I know what it means to set out on a work hoping and yearning to make good. Will it make good for you to go back to Elas Peterman and say the feller at Sachigo is coming right along down by the _Myra_ to-morrow, and would be pleased to death to talk this proposition right out in the offices of the Skandinavia? Will it?"
Nancy"s eyes lit. Their hazel depths were wells of thankfulness.
"Why, surely," she said. "You mean you"re going to sail to-morrow?"
Bull laughed and his laugh was infectious. The girl was smiling her delight.
"That"s so. I need to cross the Atlantic. I wasn"t going till the _Myra"s_ next trip. I"ll go to-morrow an" stop over in Quebec to see your people. It just means hurrying my ch.o.r.eman packing my stuff while I show you around to-morrow. That kind of fixes things, and if you"ll hand me that pleasure I"d just love to show you around some this afternoon.
There"s a heap to see, and I don"t fancy you missing any of it." He pa.s.sed round the desk, and picked up the girl"s coat and held it out invitingly. "Will you come right along?"
There was no denying him. Nancy looked up into his smiling eyes. She felt there was a lot she wanted to say, ought to say, on the business matter in hand. But it was impossible. And in her heart she was thankful.
"Why, I"d just love to," she said, and stood up from her chair.
Very tenderly, very carefully the man"s hands helped her into her coat.
And somehow Nancy was very glad the hands were big, and strong, and--yes--clumsy.
CHAPTER IX
ON THE OPEN SEA
The _Myra_ laboured heavily. With every rise and fall of her high bows a whipping spray lashed the faces of those on deck. The bitter north-easterly gale churned the ocean into a white fury, and the sky was a-race with leaden ma.s.ses of cloud. There was no break anywhere. Sky and sea alike were fiercely threatening, and the wind howled through the vessel"s top gear.
Bull Sternford had been sharing the storm with the st.u.r.dy skipper on the bridge. He had been listening to the old man"s talk of fierce experience on the coast of Labrador. It had all been interesting to the landsman in view of the present storm, but at last he could no longer endure the exposure of the shelterless bridge.
"It"s me for the deck and a sheltered corner," he finally declared, preparing to pa.s.s down the iron "companion."
And the Captain grinned.
"I don"t blame you," he bellowed in the shriek of the gale. "But I guess I"d as lief have it this way. It"s better than a flat sea an" fog, which is mostly the alternative this time o" year. The Atlantic don"t offer much choice about now. She"s like a shrew woman. Her smile ain"t ever easy. An" when you get it you"ve most always got to pay good. She can blow herself sick with this homeward bound breeze for all I care."
"That"s all right," Bull shouted back at him. "Guess you"ve lost your sense of the ease of things working this coast so long. It "ud be me for the flat sea and fog all the time. I like my chances taken standing square on two feet. So long."
He pa.s.sed below, beating his hands for warmth. And as he went he glanced back at the st.u.r.dy, oil-skinned figure clinging to the rail of the bridge. The man"s far-off gaze was fixed on the storm-swept sky, reading every sign with the intimate knowledge of long years of experience. It was a rea.s.suring figure that must have put heart into the veriest weakling. But Bull Sternford needed no such support. In matters of life and death he was without emotion.
He scrambled his way to the leeward side of the engines where a certain warmth and shelter was to be had, and where a number of hardly tested deck chairs were securely lashed. It was the resting place of those few beset pa.s.sengers who could endure no longer the indifferent, odorous accommodation of the _Myra"s_ saloon. Only one chair was occupied. For the rest the deck was completely deserted.
Bull"s first glance at the solitary pa.s.senger was sufficient. The gleam of red hair under the fur cap told him all he wanted to know, and he groped his way along the slippery deck, and deposited his bulk safely into the chair beside Nancy McDonald.
"Say," he cried, with a cheerful grin, as he struggled with his rug, "this sort of thing"s just about calculated to leave a feller feeling sympathy with the boy who hasn"t more sense than to spend his time trying to climb outside more Rye whisky than he was built to hold. It makes you wonder at the fool thing that lies back of it all. I mean the fuss going on out yonder."
Nancy smiled round from amidst her furs.
"It does seem like useless mischief," she agreed readily. Then she laughed outright. "But to see you crawling along the deck just now, grabbing any old thing for support, and often missing it, was a sight to leave one wondering how much dignity owes to personality, and how much to environment. Guess environment"s an easy win."
"Did I look so darn foolish?"
Bull"s eyes were smiling, and Nancy laughed again.
"Just about as foolish as that fellow with the Rye whisky you were talking about."
The man settled himself comfortably.
"That"s tough. And I guess I was doing my best, too. Say," he went on with a laugh, "just look at those flapping sea-gulls, or whatever they are out there. Makes you wonder to see "em racing along over this fool waste of water. Look at "em fighting, struggling, and using up a whole heap of good energy to keep level with this old tub. You know they"ve only to turn away westward to find land and shelter where they could build nests and make things mighty comfortable for themselves. I don"t get it. You know it seems to me Nature got in a bad muss handing out ordinary sense. I"d say She never heard of a card index. Maybe Her bookkeeper was a drunken guy who didn"t know a ledger from a sc.r.a.p book.
Now if She"d engaged you an" me to keep tab of things for Her, we"d have done a deal better. Those poor blamed sea-gulls, or whatever they are, would have been squatting around on elegant beds of moulted feathers, laid out on steam-heat radiators, feeding on oyster c.o.c.ktails and things, and handing out the instructive dope of a highbrow politician working up a press reputation, and learning their kids the decent habits of folk who"re yearning to keep out of penitentiary as long as the police"ll let "em. No. It"s no use. Nature got busy. Look at the result.
Those fool birds"ll follow us till they"re tired, in the hope that some guy"ll dump the contents of the _Myra"s_ swill barrel their way. Then they"ll have one disgusting orgy on the things other folks don"t fancy, and start right in to fly again to ease their digestions. It"s a crazy game anyway. And it leaves me with a mighty big slump in Nature"s stock."
Nancy listened delightedly to the man"s pleasant fooling.
"It"s worse than that," she cried, falling in with his humour. "Look at some of them taking a rest, swimming about in that terribly cold water.
Ugh! No, if we"d fixed their sense we"d have made it so they"d have had enough to get on dry land, like any other reasonable folk yearning for a rest."
The man studied the girl"s pretty profile, and a great sense of regret stirred him that the Skandinavia had been able to buy her services. What a perfect creature to have been supported by in the work he was engaged on.
"That sounds good," he said. "Reasonable folks!" He shook his head.
"Nature again. Guess we"re all reasonable till we"re found out. No. Even the greatest men and women on earth are fools at heart, you know."