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Harrigan shouted at McTee: "Get Kate! Take her aft to the wireless house! I'll hold 'em here a minute and then join you!" McTee nodded and tore down the deck toward Kate's cabin, while Harrigan pulled the knife of Kamasura from his trousers and thrust it in the face of the first man up the ladder.
To keep the men at work, Campbell went down in the hole. They had to carry him up in half an hour. Then McTee tried his hand. He stood the heat as well as Harrigan, but he could not inspire such daredevil enthusiasm in the men. They missed the raucous, cheery voice of Harrigan; they missed the inspiring sight of that flame-red hair; and they missed above all his peculiar driving force.
And she said rapidly, making her voice cold to quell the uneasy, rising fire behind his eyes: "If you have made McTee angry, aren't you man enough to smooth things over to ask his pardon?" He answered vaguely: "Beg his pardon?" "Why is that so impossible? For my sake, Dan!" The light went out of his face as if a candle had been snuffed. "For you, Kate?"
Harrigan stepped behind a tree. "Come out," roared McTee. "I've seen you. Don't try to sneak behind and take me from the back." With an exceeding bitterness of heart, Harrigan stepped into view again. "You look sick," went on McTee. "If you knew what would happen when we met, why did you come? If you fear me, go back and hug the skirts of the girl. She'll take pity on you, Harrigan."
On the very edge of leaping forward, Harrigan was astonished to see McTee straighten from his crouch and point out to sea. "The eye of God!" muttered the Scotchman. "She was right!" Harrigan jumped back lest this should prove a maneuver to place him off his guard, and then looked in the indicated direction. It was true; a point of light, a white eye, peered at them from far across the water.
She started to her knees at the sound of their footsteps and stretched out her arms to them. "God has sent you back to me!" "A ship!" thundered McTee for answer, and he flung a great armful of wood upon the blaze. It rose with a rush, leaping and crackling, but all three kept at their work until the pile of wood was higher than their heads.
He added softly: "No man but myself!" "I'm tired out," said McTee suddenly. "Where shall I bunk, captain?" "Here! Here in this room! Take that couch in the corner over there. It has a good set of springs. With gold in my hands. Here are some blankets. With gold in my hands and my brain. Though you don't need much covering in this latitude. I would raise her from the grave."
"Mutiny on the high seas," the captain was saying, "is as bad as murder on dry land. I could swing you by the neck from the mast for this, Harrigan, and every court would uphold me. Or I can throw you into the irons and leave your trial until we touch port. But stand back!" At the wave of his hand the circle spread. McTee stepped close to Harrigan.
On the other hand, in Harrigan one felt only force, not directed and controlled as in McTee, but impulsive, irregular, irresponsible, uncompassed. He carried a contradiction in his face.
There were lights in the after-cabin and he guessed that the ship, in a small way, carried both freight and passengers. At last McTee came down the steps to the deck and as he passed Harrigan snapped: "Follow me." He led the way aft and up another flight of steps to the after-cabin, unlocked a door, and showed Harrigan into the captain's room.
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