The Spoilers. Rex Beach

inspection was over, knocked at the door, and, when she admitted him, addressed her cautiously:

      “The boy’s down forrad, teasin’ grub out of a flunky. He’ll be up in a minute. How’d ye sleep?”

      “Very well, thank you,” she lied, “but I’ve been thinking that I ought to explain myself to you.”

      “Now, see here,” the old man interjected, “there ain’t no explanations needed till you feel like givin’ them up. You was in trouble—that’s unfortunate; we help you—that’s natural; no questions asked—that’s Alaska.”

      “Yes—but I know you must think—”

      “What bothers me,” the other continued irrelevantly, “is how in blazes we’re goin’ to keep you hid. The steward’s got to make up this room, and somebody’s bound to see us packin’ grub in.”

      “I don’t care who knows if they won’t send me back. They wouldn’t do that, would they?” She hung anxiously on his words.

      “Send you back? Why, don’t you savvy that this boat is bound for Nome? There ain’t no turnin’ back on gold stampedes, and this is the wildest rush the world ever saw. The captain wouldn’t turn back—he couldn’t—his cargo’s too precious and the company pays five thousand a day for this ship. No, we ain’t puttin’ 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 wavered uncertainly above the knob, for he heard the hearty greeting of the ship’s captain.

      “Well, well, 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? I saw you—‘most got left, eh? Served you right if you had.” Then his voice dropped to the confidential: “I’d advise you to cut out those women. Don’t misunderstand me, boy, but they’re a bad lot on this boat. I saw you come aboard. Take my word for it—they’re a bad lot. Cut ’em out. Guess I’ll step inside and see what’s up with Dextry.”

      The girl shrank into her corner, gazing apprehensively at the other listener.

      “Well—er—he isn’t up yet,” they heard Glenister stammer; “better come around later.”

      “Nonsense; it’s time he was dressed.” The master’s voice was gruffly good-natured. “Hello, Dextry! Hey! Open up for inspection.” He rattled 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 captain’s blue bulk filled 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-fellowship fell away, leaving him the stiff and formal officer.

      “Ah,” he said, “not feeling well, eh? I thought I had met all of our lady passengers. Introduce me, Dextry.”

      Dextry squirmed under his cynicism.

      “Well—I—ah—didn’t catch the name myself.”

      “What?”

      “Oh, there ain’t much to say. This is the lady we brought aboard last night—that’s all.”

      “Who gave you permission?”

      “Nobody. There wasn’t time.”

      “There wasn’t time, eh? Which one of you conceived the novel scheme of stowing away ladies in your cabin? Whose is she? Quick! Answer me.” Indignation was vibrant in his voice.

      “Oh!” the girl cried—her eyes widening darkly. She stood slim and pale and slightly trembling.

      His words had cut her bitterly, though through it all he had scrupulously avoided addressing her.

      The captain turned to Glenister, who had entered and closed the door.

      “Is this your work? Is she yours?”

      “No,” he answered quietly, while Dextry chimed in:

      “Better hear details, captain, before you make breaks like that. We helped the lady side-step some sailors last night and we most got left doing it. It was up to her to make a quick get-away, so we helped her aboard.”

      “A poor story! What was she running away from?” He still addressed the men, ignoring her completely, till, with hoarse voice, she broke in:

      “You mustn’t talk about me that way—I can answer your questions. It’s true—I ran away. I had to. The sailors came after me and fought with these men. I had to get away quickly, and your friends helped me on here from gentlemanly kindness, because they saw me unprotected. They are still protecting me. I can’t explain how important it is for me to reach Nome on the first boat, because it isn’t my secret. It was important enough to make me leave my uncle at Seattle at an hour’s notice when we found there was no one else who could go. That’s all I can say. I took my maid with me, but the sailors caught her just as she was following me down the ship’s ladder. She had my bag of clothes when they seized her. I cast off the rope and rowed ashore as fast as I could, but they lowered another boat and followed me.”

      The captain eyed her sharply, and his grim lines softened a bit, for she was clean-cut and womanly, and utterly out of place. He took her in, shrewdly, detail by detail, then spoke directly to her:

      “My dear young lady—the other ships will get there just as quickly as ours, maybe more quickly. To-morrow we strike the ice-pack and then it is all a matter of luck.”

      “Yes, but the ship I left won’t get there.”

      At this the commander started, and, darting a great, thick-fingered hand at her, spoke savagely:

      “What’s that? What ship? Which one did you come from? Answer me.”

      “The Ohio,” she replied, with the effect of a hand-grenade. The master glared at her.

      “The Ohio! Good God! You dare to stand there and tell me that?” He turned and poured his rage upon the others.

      “She says the Ohio, d’ye hear? You’ve ruined me! I’ll put you in irons—all of you. The Ohio!”

      “What d’ye mean? What’s up?”

      “What’s up? There’s small-pox aboard the Ohio! This girl has broken quarantine. The health inspectors bottled up the boat at six o’clock last night! That’s why I pulled out of Unalaska ahead of time, to avoid any possible delay. Now we’ll all be held up when we get to Nome. Great Heavens! do you realize what this means—bringing this hussy aboard?”

      His eyes burned and his voice shook, while the two partners stared at each other in dismay. Too well they knew the result of a small-pox panic aboard this crowded troop-ship. Not only was every available cabin bulging with passengers, but the lower decks were jammed with both humanity and live stock all in the most unsanitary conditions. The craft, built for three hundred passengers, was carrying triple her capacity; men and women were stowed away like cattle. Order and a half-tolerable condition were maintained only by the efforts of the passengers themselves, who held to the thought that imprisonment and inconvenience would last but a few days longer. They had been aboard three weeks and every heart was aflame with the desire to reach Nome—to reach it ahead of the pressing horde behind.

      What would be the temper of this gold-frenzied army if thrown into quarantine within sight of their goal? The impatient hundreds would