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<p>When Priss, through the crack in the
door, heard what Mark had said, she
shut the door of her cabin soundlessly, and
crouched against it, listening. She was trembling....</p>
<p>There was a long moment when no one of the
men in the after cabin spoke. Then big Jim
Finch said suavely: “That is to say, if Captain
Shore does not object.”</p>
<p>Joel asked then: “What if I do object?”</p>
<p>Mark laughed. “If you do object, why—we’ll
just go anyway. But you’ll have no
share.”</p>
<p>And surly Varde added: “We’d as soon you
did object.”</p>
<p>Mark bade him be quiet. “That’s not true,
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Joel,” he said. “You know, I wanted you in
this, from the first. Your coming in will—prevent
complications. With you in, the whole
matter is very simple, and safe.... But without
you, we will be forced to take measures that
may be—reprehensible.”</p>
<p>Joel did not speak; and Priss, trembling
against the door, thought bitterly: “He’s
afraid.... He said, himself, that he is
afraid....”</p>
<p>Dick Morrell begged eagerly: “Please, Captain
Shore. There’s a fortune for all of us.
Mr. Worthen would tell you to do it....”</p>
<p>Joel said then: “I told Mark Shore in the
beginning that I would not risk my ship. The
enterprise is not lawful. The pearls were
stolen in the beginning; murder hung around
them. Bad luck would follow them—and
there are blacks on the island to prevent our
finding them, in any case.”
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<p>“There’s no harm in going to see,” Morrell
urged.</p>
<p>“’Tis far out of our proper way. Wasted
time. And—the men should be thinking of oil,
not of pearls.”</p>
<p>Mark laughed. “That may be,” he agreed.
“But the men’s thoughts are already on the
pearls. They’ve no mind for whaling, Joel.
They’ve no mind for it.”</p>
<p>“I’m doubtful that what you say is true.”</p>
<p>His brother snapped angrily: “Do you call
me liar?”</p>
<p>“No,” said Joel gently. “You were never
one to lie, Mark.” And Priss, listening,
winced at the thing that was like apology in his
tone. She heard Mark laugh again, aloud; and
she heard the fat chuckle of Jim Finch. Then
Mark said:</p>
<p>“It’s well you remember that. So....
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Will you go with us; or do we go without
you?”</p>
<p>There was a long moment of silence before
Joel answered. At last he said: “You’re
making to spill blood on the <i>Nathan Ross</i>,
Mark. I’ve no mind for that. I’ll not have it—if
I can stop it. So ... I’ll consider this
matter, to-night, and give you your answer in
the morning.”</p>
<p>“You’ll answer now,” Varde said sullenly.
“There’s too much words and words....
You’ll answer now.”</p>
<p>“I’ll answer in the morning,” Joel repeated,
as though he had not heard Varde. “In the
morning. And—for now—I’ll bid you good
night, gentlemen.”</p>
<p>Mark chuckled. “There’s one matter, Joel.
You’ve two rifles and a pair of revolvers in
the lockfast by your cabin there. I’ll take
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them—to avoid that blood-spilling you mention.”</p>
<p>Priss held her breath, listening.... But
Joel said readily: “Yes. Here is the key,
Mark. And—I hold you responsible for the
weapons.”</p>
<p>Her anger at Joel for his submission beat in
her ears; and she heard the jingle of the keys,
and the scrape and ring of the weapons as Mark
took them. He called to Joel as he did so:
“They’ll not leave my hands. Till the morning,
Joel, my boy....”</p>
<p>The keys jingled again. Mark said:
“We’ll ask you to stay in the after cabin here
till morning. And—Varde will be in the main
cabin to see that you do it.”</p>
<p>“I’ll stay here,” Joel promised.</p>
<p>“Then—we’ll bid you good night!”</p>
<p>Priss heard Joel echo the words, in even
tones. Then the door closed behind the men.... There
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was no further sound in the after
cabin.</p>
<p>She opened her door. Joel stood by his desk,
head drooping, one hand resting on the open
log before him. She went toward him, and
when he turned and saw her, she stopped, and
studied him, her eyes searching his. And at
last she said, so softly it was as though she spoke
to herself:</p>
<p>“‘All the brothers were valiant,’ Joel. Are
you—just a coward?”</p>
<p>He would not justify himself to her; he could
only remember the shadowed deck beneath the
boat house—Priscilla in his brother’s arms....
He lifted his right hand a little, said
sternly:</p>
<p>“Go back to your place.”</p>
<p>She flung her eyes away from him, stood for
an instant, then went to her cabin with feet that
lagged and stumbled.</p>
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