Chapter 54

A few deck hands from the dredging scow, the diver and his crew, and some natives from the sawmill were clustered around The Gay-Cat shanty, gazing at the gayety through the dirty windows. Mayne stepped out; Mrs. Wyvern managed to elude Renton, dodged Senix too, and joined Mayne. “This is disgusting,” she panted; “I’m tired and sleepy and mussed and wet. That was a rough trip across the bay. Have you any idea where our quarters are, Don?” A man with a lantern pointed out the bunk-house to them. “They’ll keep it up …