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I feel as if we were standing over a a magazine of powder!" "We are only worse. But it would be madness to warn Henshaw now. He is unnerved almost insane. His granddaughter, for whom he had made all his fortune and to whom he is going in the States " "Yes, Salvain told me. She is dying; it is pitiful, Angus, but " "He must not be told.
He disappeared through the door without waiting for an answer. "Salvain has forgotten me," muttered McTee, balling his fist, "but I'll freshen his memory." He flushed as he became aware of the cold eye of Henshaw upon him. "Even Samson fell," said the old man. "But she hasn't cut your hair yet, McTee?" "What the devil do you mean?"
Speed, and no quarter." "You'll need no urging for that. The boys are all set to kill. Have the officers many revolvers?" "Not many. Salvain has one, and so has Henshaw. I don't think the rest pack any. Harrigan, I've got a weight off my mind, knowing that you're sure with us. And you'll get any share of the loot you want to name." There was another brief pause.
"The Heron, four thousand tons, White Henshaw, skipper." "White Henshaw?" cried McTee in almost reverent tones. "The same. Old White still sticks to his wheel. He's as hard a man as you, McTee, in his own way." They were pulling close to the freighter by this time, and Salvain gave quick orders to lay the boat alongside.
Kate Malone might have been the prize which they had safely carried away. She was even more ragged than her companions, and now she withdrew into a shadowy corner of the cabin and shook the long, loose masses of her hair about her shoulders. The dark eye of Pietro Salvain was quick to note her condition.
"Now," Henshaw said to Salvain, "Captain McTee and I have business to talk." "Aye, sir," said Salvain. "One minute, Salvain," broke in McTee. "I haven't thanked you in the girl's name for taking care of Miss Malone." The first mate paused at the door. "I begin to wonder, captain," he answered, "whether or not you have the right to thank me in her name!"
McTee, if she is yours, you have found another Venus!" "If she is not mine," answered McTee, "at least she belongs to no other man." Salvain studied him, first with eagerness, then with doubt, and last of all with despair. "If any other man said that I would question it so! with my life. But McTee? No, I love life too well!"
"This is Miss Malone, Salvain," said McTee before she could answer. "You are very kind, Mr. Salvain," she said. He smiled and bowed very low, and then opened the door for her; but all the while his glance was upon McTee, who stared at him so significantly that before following Kate through the door, Salvain shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture of resignation. The captain turned to Harrigan.
I made him scrub down the bridge with suds every morning, and while his hands were puffed and soft, I sent him down to the fireroom to pass coal." "He'll kill you someday." "If he can." They smiled strangely at each other. A knock came at the door, and Salvain entered, radiant. "She is divine!" he cried. "Her hair is old copper with golden lights.
They trooped after him, Salvain and the three rescued, and stood in the roomy cabin, the captain and the first mate dapper and cool in their white uniforms, the other three marvelously ragged. Barefooted, their hair falling in jags across their foreheads, their muscles bulging through the rents in their shirts, McTee and Harrigan looked battered but triumphant.
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