12 Chinks and A Woman

     Fenner let her go and stood back. He touched his face with his fingers, then pulled a blanket off the bunk and threw it over her. She lay looking at him with terrified eyes. He nodded and went out, shutting the door and turning the key. He pulled the key out and put it in his pocket.

     Miller was sitting up, holding his head. He mumbled a hoarse stream of obscenities. Fenner didn't look at him; he went over to the cockpit and climbed down.

     Reiger said, “What's goin' on?”

     Fenner had difficulty in keeping his voice steady. “That heel Miller was after the girl. I bounced him.”

     Reiger shrugged. “She'll get it sooner or later. Why not start now?”

     Fenner didn't answer. He was looking at a tiny moving light on their portside. He hastily looked away before Reiger noticed. He wondered if it was a patrol boat.

     Miller, who had staggered to his feet, saw it,- and yelled a warning. Reiger looked and span the wheel.

     “Coast guards,” he said; “maybe they won't spot us.”

     The boat was still running without lights, but the moon had climbed above the belt of clouds, and the big white wash showed up pretty well.

     Fenner watched the light, saw it swing round a little and head towards them. He said gently, “They've seen us all right.”

     Reiger yelled for Miller. He gave the boat all the gas she'd take. Miller came staggering down into the cockpit. He glared at Fenner murderously, but Reiger snarled, “Take the wheel. I'm gettin' the gun out. Maybe this guy's faster'n us.”

     Miller took the wheel and Reiger disappeared aft. Fenner climbed out of the cockpit and followed Reiger. The light was coming up now, and as the moonlight began to flood the sea, Fenner could make out the boat. It was fast all right. He could see the way the bows were lifted right out of the water.

     He said to Reiger, “This boat's goin' to catch us.”

     Reiger shouted down into the engine-room, and the Negro handed up a Thompson gun. Reiger gave it to Fenner, and took another from the Negro. .

     “You get on the portside,” Reiger said, lying down flat. “Keep firing at them.”

     Fenner lay down. He fired two bursts, taking care that the bullets would go well over the top of the boat. Almost immediately Reiger fired with his gun. Even from where he lay, Fenner could see a shower of white splinters spurt from the bows of the oncoming boat.

     Fenner ducked his head as the coast guards replied. He saw the long yellow flashes and heard the thud of bullets as they bit into the sides of the boat. The coast guards kept up such a heavy fire that it was impossible for either Reiger or Fenner to show themselves to fire back.

     Miller, watching from the cover of the cockpit, screamed out, “Do somethin'. They'll be up in a few seconds.”

     Reiger peered from behind his cover, saw the boat was within six feet or so and ducked back as the wood began to splinter again.

     Fenner turned his head. He could see Reiger lying flat. Reiger shouted to him, “Stand by for a headache,” and leaning over on his side he tossed a small ball-like object right into the other boat.

     There was a blinding flash and a violent explosion and the coast guard boat immediately began to fall astern.

     “Keep her going,” Reiger shouted to Miller, and sat up to watch the coast guard boat burst into flames. He scrambled over to Fenner. “That's the first time we've tried that stunt. Carlos's some guy with his ideas. If we hadn't had that pineapple on board the Chinks would be feedin' the fishes by now, an' we'd have had a lost journey.”

     Fenner grunted. He couldn't take his eyes off the burning boat which was rapidly becoming a little red glow in the darkness. He got slowly to his feet. Reiger had already gone forward. He was pointing to a green light that flickered in the distance. Miller swung the wheel a little.

     “That's the guy who takes our load,” Reiger shouted to Fenner. “We've got through all right.”

     Fenner stood watching the green light come nearer. He knew now that he must start things moving. He'd played with Carlos long enough.

     It was just after two o'clock in the morning when Fenner got back to the Haworth. Before he switched on his room light he knew someone was there. He didn't hear anything, but he knew he wasn't alone. He stepped inside, feeling uncomfortably exposed in the dimly lighted doorway. There was something in the air, a scent. He reached inside his coat and pulled his gun, then he groped for the wall switch and flicked the light on.

     A woman's clothes on the floor at the foot of his he'd caught his eye. A black dress, a handful of lace and crepe de Chine, a pair of shoes.

     Glorie Leadler sat up in his bed. Two bare arms curved up over the sheet, holding the sheet firmly against her body. When she saw who it was, she lay back again, keeping her arms out and arranging her red-gold hair on Fenner's pillow.

     Fenner put his gun away. The only thing he could think of was that he was tired and that he'd have to strip his bed when she had gone. He didn't fancy sleeping on the same sheets.

     Glorie smiled at him sleepily.