James Oliver Curwood

The Courage of Captain Plum James Oliver Curwood

Book Excerpt: ...ing a leather bag in his hand. Quickly he untied the knot at its top and poured a torrent of glittering gold pieces out upon the table."Business--business and gold," he gurgled happily, rubbing his thin hands and twisting his fingers until they cracked. "A pretty sight, eh, Captain Plum? Now, to our account! A hundred carbines, eh? And a thousand of powder and a ton of balls. Or is it in lead? It doesn't make any difference--not a bit. It's three thousand, that's the account, eh?" He fell to counting rapidly. For a full minute Captain Plum remained in stupefied bewilderment, silenced by the sudden and unexpected turn his adventure had taken. Fascinated, he watched the skeleton fingers as they clinked the gold pieces. What was the mysterious plot into which he had allowed himself to be drawn? Why were a hundred guns and a ton and a half of powder and balls wanted by the Mormons of Beaver Island? Instinctively he reached out and closed his hand over the counting fingers of the old man. Their eyes...