The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1908-01-30
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thri. "a, bodies eHt OF the sh:p's esurs..
4 :l'S;~,::a. head psipe3 ~, from TIE
waie.s abreast. and She hear: the ssT
uf ''Seal.'
Dressing. the girl noted infinitely the
personal articles scattered absHt the
cabin. striving to derive theefrom
/ some fresh hint OF the characteristics
! Of the owners. First. there WAS an
eisb0rate copper backed toilet set. all
! richly ornamented and leather bauhd
! The metal was magnifcently hand
marked and bore GleOister's initial. 1t
spoke OF elegant extravaganza and
seemed oddly out Of place in an arctic
miners equipment, as did also small
set of he Malpassant.
/ Next she picked up kipllng's Seven
Seas" marked liberaliy. and felt that
she had struck a scent. The roughness
and brutality Of the poems had always
chilled her. though she had felt vague
| ly their splendid pulse and swing. This
was the girls first venture from a shell
tered life She had not rubbed elbows
with the world enough to find that
truth may be rough, unshaven and
garbed in homespun. The book con-
armed her analysis OF the junior part
nee.
Pendent from a hook was worn
and blackened holster from which
peeped the butt Of large Co&'s re-
volver, showing evidence Of many
years service 1t spoke mutely Of the
white haired Dextry. who, before her
inspection was over. knocked at the
door, and. when she admitted him., ad-
dressed her cautiously:
"The boys down forrad, teasln' grub
out of a flunky. He'll be up in min
ute. How'd ye sleep?"
Very we'll, thank you," she He'd.
"but I've been thinking that ought to
explain myself to you"
Now, see here" the old man inter
jected, there amt no explanations
needed till you feel like givin' them
UP. You was In trouble-that's I'M
fortunate We help you-that's natu-
raj. No questions asked - that's
| Alaska"
"Yes, but I know you must think
"What bothers me-" the other con-
tinued irreIevantly, "is how In blazes
we're goin' to keep ysu hid. The stew
ards got to make up this room. and
somebody's bound to see us packin'
grub In"
81 don't care who knows IL they
won't send me back. They wouldn't
do that, would they?" She hung anx-
iously on his words.
Send you back? Why, don't You
savvy that this boat Is bound for
Nome? There amt no turnin' back
on gold stampedes, and this Is the
widest rush the world ever saw. The
captain wouldn't turn back. He
couldn't. His cargo's too precious.
and the company pays 5000 a day
for this ship. No. We amt putin
back to unload no stowaways at FIVE
thousand per. Besides, we passengers
wouldn't let him-time's too precious"
They were interrupted by the rattle OF
dishes outside, and Dextry was about
to open the door when his hand waver-
ed uncertainty above the knob. for he
heard the hearty greeting Of the ships
captain.
"Well, we'll, Glenister, where's all
the breakfast going?"
"Oo," whispered the old man. that's
Cap Stephens"
"Dextry isn't feeling quite up to
form this morning." replied Glenister
easily.
Don't wonder! Why weren't you
aboard sooner last night? / saw you.
Most got left, eh? Served you right II
you had" Then his voice dropped to
the confidential: I'D advise you to cut
out those women. Don't misunder-
stand me. boy. but they're bad lot on
this boat. saw you come aboard.
Take my word for it. they're bad lot.
Cut 'em out. Guess I'll step inside and
see what's up with Dextry."
The girl shrank into her corner, gaz-
ing apprehensively at the other lis
| tener.
"Well-er-he isn't up yet" they
| heard Glenister stammer. Better
come around later"
Nonsense. It's time he was dress.
ed" The masters voice was gruffly
geGs aatured. Hello. Dextry! Hey!
o. up for Inspection He ratified
| the door.
There was nothing to be done. The
old miner darted an inquiring glance
at his companion. then. at her nod.
slipped the bolt, and the captains blue
bulk filed the room.
His grizzled close bearded face was
genially wrinkled till he spied the
erect gray figure In the corner, when
his cap came off involuntarily. There
his courtesy ended. however. and the
smile died coldly from his face. His
eyes narrowed. and the good fellow
ship fell away. leaving him the stiff
and formal officer.
"Ah." he said. mot feeling we'll. eh?