Samuel Alexander White

“ With the colossal heaving, with the strength of a demon he rocked from wall to wall of the barter-house, crashing its trappings this way and that, dragging the five backward and forward with the tremendous Viking power that was in him. ”

“ Peter finished with a diabolical chuckle at his own and Pellier's cleverness—Pellier the man of honor and fairness who fell before a mighty temptation when it came to the stake of Marie.
Taylor felt a pang like the thrust of ice in his heart. Then a red-hot surge of anger flooded over him.
"You devil, Peter!" he roared, wrenching to get his arms free from the binding seine. "You cold-blooded, shoal-born, shoal-slimed cod! First you barter her, and then you try to marry her by a trick. ”

“ THE BARTER-HOUSE "LISTEN for the end of the dance, Lance," reminded Taylor as, half an hour later, he slipped over the rail of the Star of the Sea into his dory. "And watch for the two boats and don't lose a second. The thing must be done in a flash before Marie is missed. It's a good job I stowed my made fish aboard as they came from old Peter's flakes. The Graywing is ready for the sea except for some light tackle that I'm going up to the barter-house to get."
"Better be careful," cautioned Lance in farewell. "It's a drunken gang Peter has ashore. I'll do my part, all right. ”