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The Polar Treasure - Robeson Kenneth - Страница 17
One of the Helldiver's crew sprawled on the grilled floor of the engine room. The man was an oiler. He was big — fully as big as Monk. He looked tough. Privately, Ham had considered getting this oiler and Monk embroiled in a fight, just for his own amusement.
But the fighting oiler now sprawled on his back. He whimpered. His lips had been smashed into a crimson pulp. One of his eyes was closed.
Over him towered walrus-like Captain McCluskey.
"I kin lick any swab aboard this iron fish!" the captain bellowed. "Rust my anchor, but I'll wring the neck of the next scut I find shirkin' his work. Get up on yer feet, you! An' see that them engines is kept better oiled!"
Captain McCluskey evidently ran his craft like an old-time clipper master.
Ham mentally kissed the oiler good-by as a prospective opponent for Monk. He addressed Captain McCluskey.
"I like your discipline methods," he said flatteringly.
"They'll do, pretty boy." bellowed the walrus.
Ham writhed under the appellation of pretty boy. But he kept the oily smile of admiration on his face.
"I'm afraid you're going to have trouble with one man aboard this vessel," he said in the air of imparting a warning to his hero.
"Who?" roared the giant captain.
"The hairy baboon they call Monk," said Ham blandly.
"I'll watch 'im!" boomed the walrus ominously. "If he bats an eye at me, I'll hit the swab so hard his fur will fall off!"
Ham had a foxy look in his eye as he ambled back to Monk's steel cubicle. He looked in at Monk.
Monk gave him an elaborate, pig-like grunt.
Ham ignored the insult.
"The captain says the next time you bat an eye at him, he's gonna hit you so hard you'll shed all that red fuzz," Ham advised.
"Yeah?" Monk heaved to his feet. "Yeah? Well, I'll just go tell 'im I don't like guys talkin' behind my back like that."
He waddled out. He was so big he barely got through the door of his cubicle.
Ham trailed along. He wouldn't have missed what was going to happen for a thousand dollars.
MONK FOUND walrus-like Captain McCluskey in the officers' quarters. The two giants promptly glowered at each other. Monk's little eyes sparkled with the prospect of a fight. The walrus blew noisily through his mustache, each hair of which was like a crooked black peg.
"Listen, guy!" Monk began in a sugary voice. I don't like — "
The walrus hit Monk. It sounded like a gun going off.
Monk hadn't expected it so soon. He was caught off guard. The blow drove him backward as though he had accidentally stood in front of a twelve-inch coast-defense gun.
His bulk collided with Ham, who was standing behind him. That kept Monk from falling.
But Ham was tumbled end over end. His head cracked a valve wheel. He was promptly knocked senseless.
From Ham's point of view, nothing worse could have happened. He slept through the whole fight. He was cheated of enjoying the fruit of his devilment. it was the biggest disappointment Ham had suffered in years. For days afterward, he was wont to get off in a corner and swear to himself about it.
Monk emitted a series of deep bawling noises. He jumped up and down like an ape. This cleared his head. He rushed the walrus.
The walrus kicked him in the stomach.
Monk folded down to the floor. The walrus leaped high into the air, and came down — and his face collided forcibly with Monk's driving feet.
Captain McCluskey turned over completely in the air. He spat out three teeth. He got up, roaring. Monk knocked him down, loosening two more teeth in the process.
The walrus tried to bite off Monk's left ear with what teeth he had left.
Monk stopped this by grasping great folds of his opponent's ample stomach in monster fists and striving to tear the man open.
They stood toe to toe and traded haymakers. They swapped indiscriminate kicks.
It was a battle of the giants. A fray primeval! A thing of pristine savagery! It would have drawn a million-dollar gate in the prize ring — except that the women's clubs would have stopped it.
And poor Ham, sleeping through it all, would have cut off an arm rather than miss it.
Captain McCluskey lunged unexpectedly. Monk was carried backward. His bullet of a head crashed against a hard steel bulkhead.
Monk fell senseless.
The walrus drew back a foot to kick him.
At this point, Renny dashed forward. He grasped McCluskey's huge arm.
"You whipped him!" Renny rumbled. "No need of crippling him!"
Renny only wanted to keep Monk from serious damage. He was a peacemaker. He got what peacemakers usually get.
The walrus knocked Renny flat on his back.
THE FIGHT now started all over. Renny was nearly as heavy as Monk. He was also a fine boxer. And for years he had been smacking panels out of doors with his fists.
Renny got up from the floor and hung a left jab on McCluskey's nose.
The walrus emitted a sound that was a combination of Vesuvius and Niagara. By a marvelous feat of acrobatics, he managed to jump on Renny's midriff with both feet.
Air came from Renny's mouth so fast it almost blew out his teeth. He collapsed — largely to keep his middle from being jumped on again.
Captain McCluskey rushed in to the kill.
Renny hooked a fist. It hit McCluskey's ear. It smashed the ear fiat as a well-ironed handkerchief.
A strange thing now happened.
McCluskey got to his feet as calmly as though he were arising from the mess table. He ambled toward the slit of a door. He was unsteady on his feet, it was true, and nearly walked a circle. But he seemed to have forgotten there was such a thing as a fight.
McCluskey was extremely punch drunk.
He sobered before he got out of the room, though. Whirling, he emitted a bellow and sprang upon Renny.
Renny roundhoused two good swings. The first folded McCluskey like a barlow knife. The second ruined the walrus's other ear and spun him like a top.
McCluskey staggered backward and fell into a bunk. An instant later, however, he came out of it.
He was a lot of man, that walrus.
The two bartered punches. Renny blocked one with his jaw. For an instant, he was dazed. That instant was his undoing. Another swing landed on top of the first.
Renny dropped, kayoed for one of the few times in his career.
Mountainous Captain McCluskey took two weaving steps for the narrow bulkhead door. Then he sighed loudly, and, turning around twice like a dog finding a place to lay down, slumped prone on the floor.
Afterward, Ham awakened. The combatants had been attended to, and Ham was so disappointed that he crawled out on deck and actually mingled salty tears with the sea.
DOC SAVAGE now inaugurated a campaign of his own. He began to fraternize with the crew in a most diligent manner. It was only another evidence of his immense knowledge that he found something of interest to discuss with each man.
Doc was hunting for the fellow whose teeth clicked.
A strange thing became evident. None of the crew was willing to open up and talk frankly with him. Instead, half a dozen of them sought, none too adroitly, to worm from Doc his reasons for coming along on the under-the-polar-ice expedition.
The big oiler whom Captain McCluskey had chastised for neglecting the engines was most outspoken. His name was, not without reason, "Dynamite" Smith.
"Just where is this boodle yer goin' after, sir?" asked Dynamite Smith.
"What boodle?" queried Doc innocently.
Dynamite Smith shifted uneasily.
"Well, me an' my mates kinda got the idea yer was goin' after somethin' up in the bloody arctic," he said. "Have yer got a map that shows where it is?"
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