The Iron Trail Part 1
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The Iron Trail.
by Rex Beach.
I
IN WHICH THE TIDE TAKES A HAND
The s.h.i.+p stole through the darkness with extremest caution, feeling her way past bay and promontory. Around her was none of that phosph.o.r.escent glow which lies above the open ocean, even on the darkest night, for the mountains ran down to the channel on either side. In places they overhung, and where they lay upturned against the dim sky it could be seen that they were mantled with heavy timber. All day long the NEBRASKA had made her way through an endless succession of straits and sounds, now squeezing through an inlet so narrow that the somber spruce trees seemed to be within a short stone's-throw, again plowing across some open reach where the pulse of the north Pacific could be felt. Out through the openings to seaward stretched the restless ocean, on across uncounted leagues, to Saghalien and the rim of Russia's prison-yard.
Always near at hand was the deep green of the Canadian forests, denser, darker than a tropic jungle, for this was the land of "plenty waters."
The hillsides were carpeted knee-deep with moss, wet to saturation. Out of every gulch came a brawling stream whipped to milk-white frenzy; snow lay heavy upon the higher levels, while now and then from farther inland peered a glacier, like some dead monster crushed between the granite peaks. There were villages, too, and fis.h.i.+ng-stations, and mines and quarries. These burst suddenly upon the view, then slipped past with dreamlike swiftness. Other s.h.i.+ps swung into sight, rushed by, and were swallowed up in the labyrinthine maze astern.
Those pa.s.sengers of the Nebraska who had never before traversed the "Inside Pa.s.sage" were loud in the praises of its picturesqueness, while those to whom the route was familiar seemed to find an ever-fresh fascination in its s.h.i.+fting scenes.
Among the latter was Murray O'Neil. The whole north coast from Flattery to St. Elias was as well mapped in his mind as the face of an old friend, yet he was forever discovering new vistas, surprising panoramas, amazing variations of color and topography. The mysterious rifts and pa.s.sageways that opened and closed as if to lure the s.h.i.+p astray, the trackless confusion of islets, the siren song of the waterfalls, the silent hills and glaciers and snow-soaked forests--all appealed to him strongly, for he was at heart a dreamer.
Yet he did not forget that scenery such as this, lovely as it is by day, may be dangerous at night, for he knew the weakness of steel hulls. On some sides his experience and business training had made him sternly practical and prosaic. s.h.i.+ps aroused no manner of enthusiasm in him except as means to an end. Railroads had no glamour of romance in his eyes, for, having built a number of them, he had outlived all poetic notions regarding the "iron horse," and once the rails were laid he was apt to lose interest in them. Nevertheless, he was almost poetic in his own quiet way, interweaving practical thoughts with fanciful visions, and he loved his dreams. He was dreaming now as he leaned upon the bridge rail of the Nebraska, peering into the gloom with watchful eyes. From somewhere to port came the occasional commands of the officer on watch, echoed instantly from the inky interior of the wheelhouse. Up overside rose the whisper of rus.h.i.+ng waters; from underfoot came the rhythmic beat of the engines far below. O'Neil shook off his mood and began to wonder idly how long it would be before Captain Johnny would be ready for his "nightcap."
He always traveled with Johnny Brennan when he could manage it, for the two men were boon companions. O'Neil was wont to live in Johnny's cabin, or on the bridge, and their nightly libation to friends.h.i.+p had come to be a matter of some ceremony.
The s.h.i.+p's master soon appeared from the shadows--a short, trim man with gray hair.
"Come," he cried, "it's waiting for us."
O'Neil followed into Brennan's luxurious, well-lit quarters, where on a mahogany sideboard was a tray holding decanter, siphon, and gla.s.ses, together with a bottle of ginger ale. The captain, after he had mixed a beverage for his pa.s.senger, opened the bottle for himself. They raised their gla.s.ses silently.
"Now that you're past the worst of it," remarked O'Neil, "I suppose you'll turn in. You're getting old for a hard run like this, Johnny."
Captain Brennan snorted. "Old? I'm a better man than you, yet. I'm a teetotaler, that's why. I discovered long ago that salt water and whiskey don't mix."
O'Neil stretched himself out in one of Brennan's easy-chairs. "Really,"
he said, "I don't understand why a s.h.i.+p carries a captain. Now of what earthly use to the line are you, for instance, except for your beauty, which, no doubt, has its value with the women? I'll admit you preside with some grace at the best table in the dining-salon, but your officers know these channels as well as you do. They could make the run from Seattle to Juneau with their eyes shut."
"Indeed they could not; and neither could I."
"Oh, well, of course I have no respect for you as a man, having seen you without your uniform."
The captain grinned in thorough enjoyment of this raillery. "I'll say nothing at all of my seamans.h.i.+p," he said, relapsing into the faintest of brogues, "but there's no denying that the master of a s.h.i.+p has many unpleasant and disgusting duties to perform. He has to amuse the prominent pa.s.sengers who can't amuse themselves, for one thing, and that takes tact and patience. Why, some people make themselves at home on the bridge, in the chart-room, and even in my living-quarters, to say nothing of consuming my expensive wines, liquors, and cigars."
"Meaning me?"
"I'm a brutal seafaring man, and you'll have to make allowances for my well-known brusqueness. Maybe I did mean you. But I'll say that next to you Curtis Gordon is the worst grafter I ever saw."
"You don't like Gordon, do you?" O'Neil queried with a change of tone.
"I do not! He went up with me again this spring, and he had his widow with him, too."
"His widow?"
"You know who I mean--Mrs. Gerard. They say it's her money he's using in his schemes. Perhaps it's because of her that I don't like him."
"Ah-h! I see."
"You don't see, or you wouldn't grin like an ape. I'm a married man, I'll have you know, and I'm still on good terms with Mrs. Brennan, thank G.o.d. But I don't like men who use women's money, and that's just what our friend Gordon is doing. What money the widow didn't put up he's grabbed from the schoolma'ams and servant-girls and society matrons in the East. What has he got to show them for it?"
"A railroad project, a copper-mine, some coal claims--"
"Bah! A menagerie of wildcats!"
"You can't prove that. What's your reason for distrusting him?"
"Well, for one thing, he knows too much. Why, he knows everything, he does. Art, literature, politics, law, finance, and draw poker have no secrets from him. He's been everywhere--and back--twice; he speaks a dozen different languages. He out-argued me on poultry-raising and I know more about that than any man living. He can handle a drill or a coach-and-four; he can tell all about the art of ancient Babylon; and he beat me playing cribbage, which shows that he ain't on the level.
He's the best-informed man outside of a university, and he drinks tea of an afternoon--with his legs crossed and the saucer balanced on his heel. Now, it takes years of hard work for an honest man to make a success at one thing, but Gordon never failed at anything. I ask you if a living authority on all the branches of human endeavor and a man who can beat me at 'crib' doesn't make you suspicious."
"Not at all. I've beaten you myself!"
"I was sick," said Captain Brennan.
"The man is brilliant and well educated and wealthy. It's only natural that he should excite the jealousy of a weaker intellect."
Johnny opened his lips for an explosion, then changed his mind and agreed sourly.
"He's got money, all right, and he knows how to spend it. He and his valet occupied three cabins on this s.h.i.+p. They say his quarters at Hope are palatial."
"My dear grampus, the mere love of luxury doesn't argue that a person is dishonest."
"Would you let a hired man help you on with your underclothes?"
demanded the mariner.
"There's nothing criminal about it."
"Humph! Mrs. Gerard is different. She's all cla.s.s! You don't mind her having a maid and speaking French when she runs short of English. Her daughter is like her."
"I haven't seen Miss Gerard."
"If you'd stir about the s.h.i.+p instead of wearing out my Morris chair you'd have that pleasure. She was on deck all morning." Captain Brennan fell silent and poked with a stubby forefinger at the ice in his gla.s.s.
"Well, out with it!" said O'Neil after a moment.
"I'd like to know the inside story of Curtis Gordon and this girl's mother."
"Why bother your head about something that doesn't concern you?" The speaker rose and began to pace the cabin floor, then, in an altered tone, inquired, "Tell me, are you going to land me and my horses at Kyak Bay?"
"That depends on the weather. It's a rotten harbor; you'll have to swim them ash.o.r.e."
"Suppose it should be rough?"
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