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328 fighting through the heads, waiting until they got well out to sea before they dis- posed of him, so there would be no chance of his telltale body washing up along the coast for recognition and search for clues? He wondered whether any one had seen him go aboard the Karluk with Lund— any one who would remember it and men- tion the circumstance when he was found to be missing. That might take a day or two. At the office they would wonder why he didn’t show up to cover his detail, because he had been steady in his work. But they would not suspect foul play at first. He had no immediate family. His landlady lodged other newspapermen, and was used to their vagaries. And all this time the Karluk would be thrashing north, well out to sea, perhaps unsighted, along that coast of fogs, for all her trip. Rainey had disappeared, dropped out of sight. He would be a front-page wonder for a day, then drop to paragraphs for a day or so more, and that would be the end of it. But they had made him comfortable. He was not in a smelly forecastle, but in a bunk in a cabin that must open off the main room of the schooner. Why had they treated him with such consideration? He dozed off, for all his wretchedness, exhaust- ed by his efforts to untangle the snarl. When he awoke again his mouth was glued together with thirst. The schooner was still fighting the sea— the wind, too, Rainey fancied—sailing close- hauled, going north against the trade. He fumbled for his watch. It had run down. His head ached intolerably. Each hair seemed set in a nerve center of pain. But he was better. Back of his thirst lay hunger now, and the apathy that had held him to idle think- ing had given way to an energy that urged him to action and discovery. | As he sat up in his bunk, fully clothed as he had come aboard, the door of his cabin opened and the doctor appeared, nod- ded coolly as he saw Rainey moving, dis- appeared for an instant, and brought in a draft of some sort in a long glass. “Take this,” said Carlsen. “ Pull you THE ARGOSY. together. Then we’ll get some food into you.” 3 The calm insolence of the doctor’s man- ner, ignoring all that had happened, seemed to send all the blood in Rainey’s body fuming to his brain. He took the glass and hurled its contents at Carlsen’s face. The doctor dodged, and the stuff splashed against the cabin wall, only a few drops reaching Carlsen’s coat, which he wiped off with his handkerchief, unruffled. “Don’t be a damned fool,” he said to Rainey, his voice irritatingly even. ‘“ Are you afraid it’s drugged? I would not be so clumsy. I could have given you a hypo- dermic while you slept, enough to keep you unconscious for as many hours as I choose —or forever. ‘““ T'll mix you another dose—one more— take it or leave it. Take it, and you'll soon feel yourself again after Tamada has fed you. Then we’ll thrash out the situa- tion. Leave it, and I wash my hands of you. You can go for’ard and bunk with the men and do the dirty work.” He spoke with the calm assumption of one controlling the schooner, Rainey noted, rather as skipper than surgeon. But Rainey felt that he had made a fool of himself, and he took the second draft, that almost in- stantly relieved him, cleansing his mouth and throat and, as his headache died down, clearing his brain. “Why did you drug me?”’ he demanded. “Pretty high-handed. I can make you pay for this.” “Yes? How? When? We’re well off Cape Mendocino, heading nor’west or thereabouts. Nothing between ‘us and Unalaska but fog and deep water. Before we get back you’ll see the payment in a different light. We’re not pirates. This was plain business. <A million or more in sight. “Lund nearly spilled things as it was, raving the way he did. It’s a wonder some one didn’t overhear him with sense enough to tumble. “We didn’t take any chances. Round- ed up the crew, and got out. The man who’s made a gold discovery thinks every- body else is watching him. If they followed us, they’d crowd us off the beach. I don’t CORMICGLOO© (C <S (C@)