Thrice Armed. Harold Bindloss

Thrice Armed - Harold  Bindloss


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       Harold Bindloss

      Thrice Armed

      Published by Good Press, 2021

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066187873

       CHAPTER I JIMMY RENOUNCES HIS CAREER

       CHAPTER II TO WINDWARD

       CHAPTER III JIMMY MAKES FRIENDS

       CHAPTER IV IN THE TOILS

       CHAPTER V VALENTINE'S PAID HAND

       CHAPTER VI A VISION OF THE SEA

       CHAPTER VII BLOWN OFF

       CHAPTER VIII JIMMY TAKES COMMAND

       CHAPTER IX MERRIL TIGHTENS THE SCREW

       CHAPTER X ELEANOR WHEELOCK

       CHAPTER XI AT AUCTION

       CHAPTER XII THE "SHASTA" SHIPPING COMPANY

       CHAPTER XIII THE "SHASTA" GOES TO SEA

       CHAPTER XIV IN DISTRESS

       CHAPTER XV ELEANOR'S BITTERNESS

       CHAPTER XVI UNDER RESTRAINT

       CHAPTER XVII THE RANCHER'S ANSWER

       CHAPTER XVIII ELEANOR SPEAKS HER MIND

       CHAPTER XIX WOOD PULP

       CHAPTER XX ANTHEA MAKES A DISCOVERY

       CHAPTER XXI JIMMY GROWS RESTLESS

       CHAPTER XXII ASHORE

       CHAPTER XXIII ANTHEA GROWS ANXIOUS

       CHAPTER XXIV JORDAN KEEPS HIS PROMISE

       CHAPTER XXV AN UNDERSTANDING

       CHAPTER XXVI ELEANOR HOLDS THE CLUE

       CHAPTER XXVII JORDAN'S SCHEME

       CHAPTER XXVIII DISABLED ENGINES

       CHAPTER XXIX UNDER COMPULSION

       CHAPTER XXX AN EYE FOR AN EYE

       CHAPTER XXXI MERRIL CAPITULATES

       CHAPTER XXXII ELEANOR RELENTS

       JIMMY RENOUNCES HIS CAREER

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      It was with somewhat mixed feelings, and a curious little smile in his eyes, that Jim Wheelock stood with a brown hand on the Tyee's wheel as the deep-loaded schooner slid out through Vancouver Narrows before a fresh easterly breeze. Dim heights of snow rose faintly white against the creeping dusk above her starboard hand, and the busy British Columbian city, girt with mazy wires and towering telegraph poles, was fading slowly amidst the great black pines astern. An aromatic smell of burning followed the schooner, and from the levels at the head of the Inlet a long gray smear blew out across the water. A fire which had, as not infrequently happens, passed the bounds of somebody's clearing was eating its way into that part of the great coniferous forest that rolls north from Oregon to Alaska along the wet seaboard of the Pacific Slope.

      The schooner was making her six knots, with mainboom well out on her quarter and broad wisps of froth washing off beneath her bows, slanted until her leeward scuppers were close above the sliding foam. Wheelock stood right aft, with his shoulders just above the roof of the little deckhouse, and, foreshortened as the vessel was, she seemed from that point of view a mere patch of scarred and somewhat uncleanly deck surmounted by a towering mass of sail. Two partly seen figures were busy bending on a gaff-topsail about the foot of her foremast, and Wheelock turned as one of them came slouching aft when the sail had been sent aloft. The man wore dungaree and jean, with a dilapidated oilskin coat over them, for the wind was keen. He appeared to be at least fifty years of age. Leaning against the rail, he grinned at Wheelock confidentially.

      "She'll make a short trip of it if this breeze holds," he said. "I guess you find things kind of different from what they were in the mail-boats?"

      Jim Wheelock nodded as he pulled up a spoke of his wheel, for it was that difference that had brought the smile to his eyes. It was several years now since he had touched a vessel's wheel, or done more than raise a directing hand to the trimly uniformed quartermaster who controlled the big liner's steering engine. He was twenty-eight years of age, and held an extra-master's certificate, and he had just completed the year's training in a big British warship which gave him his commission as a lieutenant R.N.R. It was certainly a distinct change to figure as supernumerary on board the Canadian coasting schooner Tyee, but he did not resent the fact that it was the grizzled, hard-faced man leaning on the rail beside him who had brought him there.

      "Aren't you going to get the main gaff-topsail on to her? We'll carry smooth water with us 'most across the Straits," he said.

      This was not to the purpose, as both of them felt, but it


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