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McTee was stupefied. He tried to explain to himself by imagining that Henshaw was one of those hard-headed men who live for the present and never waste time thinking of the past. He had made many plans for his granddaughter. Now she was dead, and he dismissed her from his mind.
"Gone below a while ago after he finished scrubbing down the bridge." "We'll speak with Douglas. Come along, McTee. There's nothing like discipline on the high seas." He went below, murmuring to himself, with McTee close behind him. Strange sounds were coming from the room of the chief engineer, sounds which seemed much like the strumming of a guitar.
A ponderous fist cracked home between his eyes, fairly lifting him from his feet and hurling him against the base of the wheelhouse. Then a forearm shot under his shoulder and a hand fastened on the back of his neck in an incomplete half-Nelson. As McTee applied the pressure, Harrigan felt his vertebral column give under the tremendous strain. He struggled furiously but could not break the grip.
He kept his hold by a mighty effort, and the tremendous grip of McTee held fast on his ankle until they dropped once more into a hollow. Then the captain jerked himself hand over hand up the body of Harrigan until he reached the timber. They lay panting and exhausted on the stanchion, embracing it with arms and legs.
Choose between us before we put a foot in that boat, and if you choose McTee, I'll give you God's blessin' an' say no more nor ever raise my hand against ye. McTee, will ye do the like?" "For the sake of the day of the fight and the wreck I will. If she chooses you now, I'll raise no hand against you." A shout came faintly across the rush and ripple of the breakers. "Speak out," said Harrigan.
And as he spoke, he picked up pen and paper and began to write, Henshaw in the meantime walking to the door in an agony of apprehension as if he expected to see the dreaded figure of Sloan appear. McTee wrote: From Captain Henshaw to Chief Engineer Douglas Campbell
They watched Klopp go into the captain's cabin, waited a moment, and then the door flew open and Klopp sprang out and fled aft like a man pursued. Henshaw came to the open door and peered after the engineer and laughed silently. McTee muttered: "That's the way the devil laughs when he watches the damned souls pass by." Here Henshaw glanced up and saw them watching him from the bridge.
She hailed the returning figure of McTee with relief. He came bearing a large gourd, and he knelt before Kate so that she might look into it. She cried out at what she saw, for he had washed the inside of the gourd and filled it with cool water from the spring. "Look!" said she to Harrigan. "It's water and my throat is fairly burning." "Humph," growled Harrigan, and he avoided the eye of McTee.
McTee himself, followed by Harrigan and the stokers, went down to the fireroom. It was fiery hot there, indeed. When the Scotchman swung down the ladder into the hole, it was like a blast from a furnace, and the air was foul with the nauseating odor of the smoldering wheat. The men gasped and struggled for breath, and yet they began to work without complaint. All hands set to.
He wrapped several eggs in wet clay and placed them in the glowing ashes of the fire which had now burned low. "While they're cooking," said McTee, "I'm going off. I've an idea." Harrigan watched him with a shade of suspicion while he retreated. He turned his head to find Kate studying him gravely. "Before you came, Mr. Harrigan " "My name's Dan. That'll save time."
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