Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-12-31

luck, an / make a deal whereby the
skipper gets the same as do, an the
ship, which is the same as his daugh-
ter, gets almost as much. You men
We're offered a share on top Of yore
wages if you wanted to take the
chance-two shares 10 the hunters. 1t
was id liberal. an you grabbed at
it. got left on the ice. blind on II
breakin' foe, an you sailed off an
grabbed a handful or SO of gold,
enough to set you crazy.
What In blazes would you know
what to do with 1t. emmy of you? Spill
1t all along the Barh'ry coast, or
gamble it off to pemiue. Is there
one of YOU nd have got off thet foe
an, blind as was turned mp ag'inG
Not one Of We. An when ! did show
you got sore becoz you'd dggered
there nd be mere with me away.
A fine lot of skuuks You can take
yore id bit of paper an light yore
pipes with IT, for all Of me. To Hal
with It!
Shut upw His voice topped the
murmurs at the table Garrison sat
quiet. sometimes Ucldng his lips gent
y, listening To Iuud as he might have
listened TO the rontings of a meludra-
matte actor. But Rainey sensed that
he was making a mistake He was
letting Lund so too far The men were
listening to Lund. and he knew that
the giant was talking for specific
purpose. Just to what end he could
not guess. The big booming voice
held them, while Ii dashed them.
Equal to me? Bah! I'm a man.
Yo're a lot OF fools. Talk about me
hein' blind It was iee-blink got me.
Then ophthalmy mauerin' up my
eyes. It's gold-bliuk's got you. Yo're
cave-fsh, lot of blind suckers"
He leaned over the table pointing
a massive square finger, matched with
red wool, direct at Carlson, as if he
had been leyeling a weapon.
"Carlsens fake. Hes got YOU
hipped. He thinks he's boss, becoz
he's the only navigator Of yore crowd.
! ain't overlooked that card Carlson.
That amt the only string hes got on
We. Nor the three shares he expects
10 pun down. He made you pore suck
ers fire off all your shells; he found
out you amt got gun left among You
hats emmy more use than a club. He's
got a gun an he showed you how he
could use IT, He's sittin' back larfn'
at the bunch Of you I"
The men stirred Rainey saw Carl
sens grin disappear He dropped the
paper His face paled, the veins
showed suddenly like purple veins in
dirty marble.
1--WE got that gun yet, Lund," he
snarled
Lund laughed the ring Of it so con-
fident that the men glanced from him
to Garrison neryouIy.
"Yo're fake Carlson" he said.
"And I've got yore numberl To hi
with you an yore pop-eun You amt
even doctor. | saw real doctors
ashore about my eyes Nlphablepsia.
they call snow-hindness. I'll bet You
never heard Of 1t. Yo're only a wom-
an-connlng dope-shooter Else you'd
have known that nlphahlcpsla amt
permanent I've bin gettin' my sight
back ever since | left Seattle. An
now, d-n You for "A mody hearted.
slimy-souled fakir, stand up an say
yo're my equal "
He stood up himself, towering above
the rest as they rose from their chairs.
tearing the black glasses from his
eyes and ilnging them ut Garrison, who
was forced to throw up a hand 10
ward them off. Roiney got one glimpse
Of the giants eyes, They were gray
blue, the color Of agaieware hard as
steel, impaeable.
Garrison swept aside the spectacles
and they shattered on the floor as he
leaped up and the automatic shone in
his hand Lund had folded his arms
above his great chest He laughed
again, and his arms opened.
In an instant Rainey caught the OBJ
ject Of Lund's speechmaHng. He had
done II TO enrage Carlson beyond en-
durauce, 10 make him draw his gun.
Giant as he was, he moved with the
grace Of n panther, with a swlftness
too fast for the eye TO register Some
thing flashed in his right hand, gun,
that he had drawn from a holster
slftng over his left breast