"Up country again this year?"
Kars laughed.
"Sure."
The seaman regarded him enviously.
"Guess it must be great only having the weather to beat. A piece of hard soil under your feet must be bully to work on. That ain't been mine since I was fourteen. That's over forty years ago."
"There's something to it—sure." Kars sipped his coffee. "But there's other things," he added, as he set his cup down.
The seaman smiled.
"Wouldn't be Life if there weren't."
"No."
"You're shipping arms," John Dunne went on significantly. "Guns an' things don't signify all smiles an' sunshine. No, I guess we sea folks got our troubles. It's only they're diff'rent from other folks. You ain't the only feller shipping arms. We got cases else. An' a big outfit of cartridges. I was looking into the lading schedule yesterday. Say, the Yukon ain't makin' war with Alaska?"