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A MAN TO pistol, touched something as though to as- sure herself of its presence, and went on sewing. Lund chuckled, but shifted his eyes to Rainey. ‘““Why don’t you write up this v’yage? When it’s all over? There’s adventure for you, an’ we ain’t ha’f through with it. An’ romance, too, mebbe. We ain’t developed much of a love-story as yit, but you never can tell.” He laughed, and Peggy Simms got up quietly, folded her sewing, and said “‘ Good night ” composedly before she went to her room. | “ How about it, Rainey?” quizzed Lund. “How about the love part of it? She’s a beauty, an’ she’ll be an heiress. Ain’t - you got enny red blood in yore ‘veins? Don’teyou want her? You won’t find many to hold a candle to her. Looks—built like a racin’ yacht, smooth an’ speedy. Smart, an’ rich into the bargain. Why don’t you make love to her?”’ Rainey felt the burning blood mounting to his face and brain. ‘““T am not in love with Miss Simms,” he said. “If Il: was I should not try to make love to her under the circumstances. She’s _alone, and she’s fatherless. I do not care to discuss her.” “She’s a woman,” said Lund. “ And you’re a damned prig! You'd like to bust me in the jaw, but you know I’m stronger. You’ve got some guts, Rainey, but you're hidebound. You ain’t got ha’f the -git-up- an’-go to ye that she has. She’s a woman, I tell you, an’ she’s to be won. If you - want her, why don’t you stand up an’ try to git her ’stead of sittin’-around like a sick cat whenever I happen to admire her looks. s “T’ve seen you. I ain’t blind enny long- er, you know. She’s a woman an’ I’m a man. I thought you was one. But you ain’t. Yore idea of makin’ love is to send the gal a box of candy an’ walk pussy-foot- ed an* write poems to her. You want to write life an’ I want to live it. So does a gal like that. She’s more my breed than yore’s, if she has got eddication. An’ she’s flesh and blood. Same as I.am. You're half sawdust. You’re stuffed.” Hes went on deck laughing, leaving HIS MATE. 263 Rainey raging but impotent. Lund ap- peared to.think the situation obvious. Two men, and a woman, who was attractive in many ways. The only woman while they were aboard the schooner, therefore the more to be desired, admired by men cut off from the rest of the world. He expected Rainey to be in love with, her, to stand up and say so, to endeavor to win her. Lund sought the ardor of com- petition. He might be looking for the ex- cuse to crush Rainey. But he had said she was of his breed, and that was a true saying. If Lund was a son of the sea, she was a daughter of a line of seamen. Lund, sooner or later, meant to take her, willing or unwilling. He had said so, none too covertly, that very evening. And, if Rainey meant to stand between her and Lund as a protector, Lund would accept him in that character only as the girl’s lover and his rival. And Rainey did not know whether he was in love with her or not. He could not even be certain of the girl. There were times when Lund seemed to fascinate her. One thing he braced himself te do, to be ready to aid her against Lund if occasion came, and she needed protection. The Luck, as Lund phrased it, that had given brawn to the giant, had given Rainey brains. When the time came he would use them. After this the girl avoided Lund’s com- pany as much as possible by seeking Rainey’s. They worked through the Strait and headed into the Arctic Ocean. Ice was all about them, fields formed of vast blocks of frozen water divided by broad lanes through which the Karluk slowly made her way, a maze of ice, always threatening, call- ing for all.of Lund’s skill while he fumed at every barrier, every change of the weather that grew steadily colder, The sky was never entirely unveiled by mist, and at night, as they sailed down a frozen fiord with lookouts doubled, the grinding, smashing noises of the ice seemed the warning voice of the North, as they sailed on into the wilderness. ~ The hunters kept below. Lund bossed the ship. Deming, it seemed, managed to hold his cards and deal them despite his mending arm in splints. And he was stead- CONNIE OOS co wae) Wee As = FR, ym