"No," said Jordan dryly, "I guess there isn"t. I"m out for money, and that"s why I figure that a man who knows as much about the sea as you do might be of some use to me. You"ll promise, anyway?"
Jimmy did so, and felt that he had done wisely when his comrade went away. There was, after all, no reason why Jordan should not befriend him if he wished to, and he had a curious confidence in the man. It was, however, two or three weeks later, and only a few minutes before the auction which was to be held in a room ash.o.r.e, when he saw him again. He did not know that Jordan, who had arrived in the city two days ago, had spent most of one of them at Forster"s ranch. Jimmy, who had promised Tom Wheelock to attend the sale, was walking up and down the street waiting for the time announced, when Jordan strolled up to him with a cigar in his hand.
"Had to come down to see our people here," he said, which was, as it happened, correct enough. "Went round this morning and saw that broker man. He"s coming along, and if it will be any relief to you I"ll hand you on his bill. Of course, I could have made my own bid, but these fellows know the tricks of the game, and I"m not ready yet for a clean break with Merril. Now, we might as well walk in."
They pa.s.sed through part of a big stone building into a large room where a group of city men were talking together, for there were timber lands and ranching properties to be sold that afternoon as well as the schooner. It was very hot, and Jimmy found the waiting difficult to bear as he listened to the hum of voices and glanced at his watch, until at last the auctioneer sat down at a raised table. He hastily read out particulars of the vessel as well as his authority to sell her, and then smiled at the a.s.sembly.
"Now," he said, "we"ll get right down to business. Most of you have seen the vessel, the rest of you have heard about her, and all you have to do is to make me a reasonable bid. There is no reserve on her."
Jimmy felt his face grow a trifle hot with anger. The _Tyee_ had made his father"s living, and, since anything she might bring in excess of the loan on her would belong to him, it did not seem fitting that she should be flung in this casual fashion on the hands of palpably indifferent purchasers. The result of that sale was of vital interest to him and Thomas Wheelock, and he glanced inquiringly at Jordan.
"My man has not come," said the latter tranquilly. "It"s a game he"s accustomed to, and when he"s wanted he"ll be here. That"s one of the new cannery men starting the bidding. Their inlet"s a difficult place to make, and the steamboat men don"t care about calling there except for big loads. It"s significant that he should think of buying her."
Jimmy did not understand why it should be so, but his face grew hard at the laughter when the man made a nominal bid. There was silence for almost a minute, and he felt a little thrill of dismay run through him, for if the _Tyee_ went at that figure it would leave his father still heavily in debt.
"The anchors and cables are worth more," said the auctioneer. "Is there n.o.body willing to raise him fifty dollars?"
One of the men nodded. "I"ll go that far," he said. "Still, I don"t know where I could get it back for her."
Somebody offered ten dollars more, another man twenty, and there was languid bidding until the price had almost doubled; but then it stopped for a few moments, and Jimmy saw his companion glance somewhat uneasily toward the door.
"I"m beginning to wonder what"s keeping my man," he said.
"If he doesn"t come soon he might as well stay away altogether," said Jimmy, who turned in tense suspense and watched the hot faces of the men about him.
The price then offered would just clear the debt, but there were many things his father needed, and Jimmy had then only a few dollars in his pocket, which he had earned by stacking dressed lumber at a sawmill.
"Gentlemen," said the auctioneer, "I don"t feel warranted in letting her go at the figure. She"d bring you half as much again to-morrow if you sailed her over to Victoria."
"I"ll raise it ten dollars," said somebody, and the bidding commenced again more indifferently than ever. Five, ten, twenty dollars were offered, and then five again.
Jordan touched Jimmy"s arm. "That"s Merril"s man--I"ve been trying to spot him--and I guess the cannery man would go up a hundred or two still, by the way he"s watching him. n.o.body else seems to want her, and it"s quite likely they"ll crawl up by tens. Sit still, while I run around and find out what"s the matter with my broker."
He slipped out, but he was back within a few minutes, flushed in face, and thrust a strip of paper into Jimmy"s hand.
"I think that makes the thing quite plain," he said.
Jimmy glanced at the paper. "Got a wire last minute, and sent over to your hotel, but didn"t find you in," he read. "Had to go out unexpectedly on the Sound steamer."
"He stopped your putting another man on?" he said.
"Yes," said Jordan, with a snap in his dark eyes. "Knew he was going all the while. Played me for a sucker. Well, I guess I was one, or I wouldn"t have given him an option of selling me to Merril."
"Selling you?"
"Exactly. I might have known it"s quite hard for an outsider to kick against the people who boss these things. Still, since Merril knows, there"s no reason why I should keep my knife in the sheath. Raise them a hundred dollars. I"ll stand sponsor."
Jimmy did not stop to consider. He knew that every dollar the schooner brought now would go into the pockets of his father, and that was enough for him.
"I"ll make the figure one hundred dollars more," he said.
The man Jordan had pointed out as Merril"s agent leaned forward and whispered something to the auctioneer, whereupon the latter turned to Jimmy with a deprecatory air.
"The terms are strictly cash," he said. "I presume you are in a position to put down the bills or a bank draft if you got her? I have, of course, the pleasure of these other gentlemen"s acquaintance."
Jimmy felt Jordan, whom he had seen take out a wallet and a fountain-pen, thrust something into his hand. He glanced at it before he faced the auctioneer.
"I don"t know how far that was admissible or inspired," he said.
"Anyway, it doesn"t matter. This draft should, I think, speak for itself."
The auctioneer apparently waited for him to take it across, but Jimmy quietly sat down.
"If you will send your clerk," he said.
The clerk came forward, and a trace of amus.e.m.e.nt and awakening interest crept into the faces of the rest.
"That"s satisfactory," said the auctioneer. "The signature in question is quite sufficient. I"ll record your bid. Will anybody raise it?"
Then the men became intent, and two of them went up by forties. Jimmy glanced at his companion, who nodded.
"Go right ahead. Merril and the other man want her," he said.
A few minutes later, to Jimmy"s astonishment, Forster came in and stood beside them.
"What"s the figure?" he asked, and, when Jordan told him, "Is she worth it?"
"Yes," said Jimmy; "you could go up at least five hundred dollars further."
"Ten advance," said Forster to the auctioneer, and then turned to Jordan. "I suppose you"re not set on getting her?"
Jordan smiled, and Forster made a little whimsical gesture. "I understand. Doing much the same thing myself. Miss Wheelock and my wife are outside. I"ve been hanging round in the vestibule until it seemed convenient for me to take a hand in."
Jimmy said nothing, but when he looked around a few moments later he was somewhat astonished to see that Jordan"s place was empty. His comrade was, in fact, hastening down the street to where Forster"s light wagon stood outside a big dry-goods store. He went in and came upon Eleanor Wheelock, standing very straight and slim in her long white dress. She turned and looked at him with a curious little smile.
"Have you come to tell me that Forster is taking unnecessary trouble in this affair?" she said.
Jordan was not readily disconcerted, but he showed a momentary trace of embarra.s.sment.
"No," he replied, "I haven"t. I"m open to admit that I"m not quite as smart as I thought I was. My man didn"t turn up. In fact, he sold me to Merril."
Eleanor still looked at him, and his tone became deprecatory. "You"re not pleased?"
"No," said the girl, with a faint flush in her cheeks. "I like my friends to be successful."
Jordan winced perceptibly. "I won"t fail next time."
"Are you warranted in thinking there will be another time?"