Captain Nickerson was grayer, and there were lines of care about his eyes
that had not been there before. But these seemed to slip away as the
boys told their story and he realized that he had them both back again,
sound and hearty. Mr. Adams had fitted out another ship for him the
following spring and he had made a trip north, but the ice had been very
bad and he got no certain news of the boys, yet somehow neither he nor
the folks at home had been willing to give them up for lost. Therefore he
had come up again this summer, whaling, but determined to lose no chance
to get news of them. By chance he had found at Point Hope the native
from whom they had bought the umiak. He had told him how two white men
who might be the missing ones had been at the Hotham Inlet trading fair
and gone south across the bay. He had followed on the slender clue, had
sighted Lane’s steamer, and landed. And so they talked on, oblivious of
all except that they were reunited again after so long a time. Harry and
Joe forgot their gold, and the captain, full of news from home for them,
asked nothing about their present condition.
Meanwhile Blenship and the colonel, arguing earnestly back on the tundra,
had noticed the commotion.
“Who are those people?” asked the big man.
Blenship did not know, but he was not going to let a little matter of
ignorance spoil a good bargain. “Those,” said he, “must be the wealthy
friends of my partners from the States. They’ve been expecting some
people up on their own steamer, exploring. I reckon they’ll be glad to
see how well the boys have done.”
“Look here, Blenship,” said the colonel hastily, “I reckon I’ll have
to take your figures on this trade. You are empowered to act for your
partners, aren’t you?”
“Certainly, colonel, certainly,” replied Blenship, with a twinkle in his
eye.
“Well, it’s a bargain, then,” declared the colonel. “Shake hands on it.”
The two shook hands solemnly and hastened back to the tent. Mutual
introductions followed, then Blenship spoke. “I’ve sold the creek,
boys,” he said, “and the colonel has driven a hard bargain with me, but
I reckon we’ll all have to stand by it. In the first place he gets my
rights in all the claims I’ve staked, and that’s most of the creek, for
fifty thousand dollars. Ain’t that right, colonel?” The big man nodded.
“Next he buys a controlling interest in discovery claim and the two above
and below, belonging to you two boys, fifty-one per cent. of the five
claims, for just a hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars, cash and
notes, you to retain forty-nine per cent. interest in them all and to
receive that proportion of the net earnings, the proper share of expenses
being taken out. Reckon he’ll stick you bad on them expenses.”
“Look here,” said Captain Nickerson. “What’s all this?”
“Oh,” said Blenship, “I thought you knew.” The colonel was shaking his
fist at Blenship, but he pretended not to notice it. “Show him the poke,
man!” he said to Harry.
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