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"German troops have entered Belgium; France, England, and Russia are at war with Germany and Austria!" He waited for the astonishment to die away in their eyes. Kate was shaking her head. "It is impossible," she said. "There may be a disturbance, but the world is past the time of great wars. Men are now too civilized, and " Here she stopped, for her eyes fell on the faces of Harrigan and McTee.
The next morning, as he went up to his usual task of scrubbing the bridge, Harrigan thought he perceived a possible reason why his persecution was being neglected. It was the picture of McTee and Kate Malone leaning at the rail. McTee was content. There was no doubt of that. He leaned above Kate and talked seriously down into her face.
McTee watched her with deep suspicion. "It's queer," he pondered. "I know the Irish like a book, and when they're in love, they're always singing and shouting and raising the devil. It looked to me as if Harrigan was making himself be cheerful." He went on: "I'll take him aside and tell him that I understand. Otherwise he'll think he's fooling me." "Please! You won't do that?
They exchanged glances of wonder at this shrewd interpretation. "There is danger," said McTee at length, "and it's a danger which is something more than the mutiny, perhaps." "I will tell it," said Harrigan. He drew his chair closer to Kate and leaned over so that his face was near hers. She knew at once that he had forgotten all about the presence of McTee.
She already knows about the mutiny and she knows about your part in it." "You saw to that, McTee?" said Harrigan softly, as he pulled on his shirt. "I did." "Ah-h, Angus, that fight'll be even better than I was afther thinkin'." And they went forward, walking again shoulder to shoulder. It was Harrigan who stood in front at her door and knocked.
And the mutineers stood mute, gaping at one another, looking for some hope, some comfort, and finding the same question repeated in every eye. McTee climbed down the ladder to the waist, followed by the rest of the fugitives. Ten minutes before they would have been torn to pieces by the wolf pack. Now no man had a thought for anything save his own death.
Obedient to his promise, he turned away again and raised his head to sing. Alternate light and shadow swept across his face and made fire and dark in his hair as the wind tossed the flame back and forth. At the other side of her McTee rested upon one elbow. Whenever she turned her head, she caught the steel-cold glitter of his eyes.
He could warn the captain just in time or if absolutely necessary he could warn McTee, who would certainly believe him. In the mean-time there were possibilities that the mutiny would come to nothing through internal dissension among the crew. In any case he must play a detestable part, acting as a spy upon the crew and pretending enthusiasm for the mutiny.
"McTee," he said, "men step lively when you speak to them but they jump out of their skins when they hear White Henshaw's voice." "That's what I've heard," said the other dauntlessly, "but d'you think Campbell ever would have taken this chance if he didn't know you're not what you used to be?" For reply Henshaw set his teeth and dipped the pen into the ink.
"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.
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