"I want to get some...."
"I don't give a damn what you want," Noll cried. "Get up on deck, where you belong. Sharp...."
Brander stood his ground. "One of my men has cut his hand," he said. "I want some stuff to fix it up."
Noll wavered.... He threw up his hands. "All right. Get what you want.... I can't get rid of you any other way. But don't come sneaking up behind me again. I don't like it, Mr. Brander."
Brander made no reply; he crossed to the medicine chest and found what he needed. Faith had picked up the fallen board, the cards.... She said quietly: "Sit down, Noll. We'll deal that hand over again...."
Big Noll sat down, watching Brander sidewise. When Brander was gone, Faith asked: "Why were you startled?"
"I don't like that man," Noll said. "He's too thick with Mauger for me. Mauger'll stick a knife in me, some night.... He will, Faith."
Faith shook her head. "Don't be foolish, Noll. Mauger's not worth being afraid of."
Noll laughed mirthlessly. "I tell you, there's murder in that man," he protested. "And Brander's with him.... I've a mind...."
"It's your crib," said Faith, and played a card. "Three."