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get dressed, Mister Cap'n York, and then well do us some protectin'."

"Yes," Julian added softly. "And Kurt will go with you as well." He raised his glass to York. "Just in case."

A half hour later, Sour Billy led Joshua York and Kurt down to the boiler deck. The rain had let up a little, and the Fevre Dream had put in at Bayou Sara and was tied up next to a dozen smaller steamers. In the main saloon, supper had been served. Julian and his people were in there with the rest, eating inconspicuously. The captain's chair was empty, though, and someone was bound to comment sooner or later. Fortunately, Hairy Mike Dunne was down below on the main deck, bellowing at the rousters as they loaded up some freight and a dozen cords of wood. Sour Billy had watched him carefully from above before starting in on his plan; Dunne was the dangerous one.

"The body first," Sour Billy said, leading them straight to the outer door of the cabin where Jean Ardant had met his end. Kurt broke the lock with a single swing of his hand. Inside, Billy lit the lamp, and they took in the thing on the bed. Sour Billy Tipton whistled. "Well, well," he said. "Those friends of yours sure did a job on ol' Jean," he said to York. "Half his brains is on the sheets and half is on the wall."

York's gray eyes were full of disgust. "Get on with it," he said. "I suppose you want us to throw the body in the river."

"Hell, no," said Sour Billy. "Why, we're goin' to burn this body. Right down in one of your furnaces, Cap'n. And we're not sneakin' it down neither. We'll just go right on out into the saloon with it, and down the main staircase."

"Why, Billy?" York said coldly.

"Just do it!" Sour Billy snapped. "And I'm Mister Tipton to you, Captain!"

They wrapped Jean's corpse in a sheet, so nothing could be seen of it. York went to help Kurt lift it, but Sour Billy chased him off and took up the other end himself. "Wouldn't look right for a half-owner and cap'n to be a-totin' a dead man. You just walk along with us and look worried."

York didn't have trouble with the looking worried part. They opened the door to the grand saloon and went out, Jean's sheeted body between Billy and Kurt. The supper table was half-full. Someone gasped, and all conversation stopped.

"Can I help, Cap'n York?" asked a small man with white whiskers and oil stains on his vest. "What is it? Somebody die?"

"Stay away!" Sour Billy shouted when the man took a step toward them.

"Do as he says, Whitey," York said.

The man stopped. "Why, sure, but..."

"It's just a dead man," Sour Billy said. "Died in his cabin. Mister Jeffers found him. He got on at New Orleans, must of been sick. He was burnin' up when Jeffers heard him moanin'."

Everyone at the table looked concerned. One man turned very pale and fled toward his own stateroom. Sour Billy made certain not to smile.

"Where's Mister Jeffers?" asked Albright, the trim little pilot.

"Went to his cabin," Billy said quickly. "He wasn't feelin' good. Marsh is with him. Mister Jeffers was lookin' kind of yaller, I reckon seeing a man die didn't agree with him."

His words had the effect he'd figured on, especially when Armand leaned across the table to Vincent and said-in a loud whisper, like Billy had told him to-"Bronze John." Then the two of them got up and left, their suppers half-eaten.

"It ain't Bronze John!" Billy said loudly. He had to say it loudly, because all of a sudden everybody at this table was trying to talk, and half of them were getting to their feet. "We got to go burn this body, come on now," he added, and he and Kurt started shuffling toward the grand staircase again. Joshua York lingered behind, hands upraised, trying to fend off a hundred frightened questions. Passengers and crew alike avoided Kurt and Billy and their burden.

A couple of scroungy-looking foreigners taking deck passage were the only ones down on the main deck, except for the rousters coming in and out with crates and firewood. The furnaces had been shut down, but they were still hot, and Sour Billy burned his fingers when he and Kurt stuffed the sheeted body into the nearest one. He was still swearing and shaking his hand in the air when Joshua York came down and