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He spoke then, as if an illuminating thought had occurred to him. "You know Harrigan's record?" "No," she admitted grudgingly. McTee sighed as if with deep relief and leaned back in his chair. His smile was sympathetic and it altered his face so marvelously that she caught her breath. "Of course that explains it, Miss Malone. I don't doubt that he was clever enough to make you think him abused."
Every one of his songs carried on the theme of love in a greater or less degree, and now his own singing swept him beyond the bounds of caution; he turned directly to Kate and sang for her alone "Kathleen Mavourneen." There was love and farewell at once in his singing, there was yearning and despair. She knew that a crisis had come, and that McTee was pressed to the limits of his endurance.
He turned on his heel; McTee stayed a moment to smile upon Harrigan, and then followed. As the door closed, Harrigan turned to Campbell and found him sitting, shuddering, with his face buried in his hands. He touched the Scotchman on the shoulder. "You've done your part, chief. I won't let you do any more. I'm starting now for the hole." "What?" bellowed Campbell.
"Open it!" said Harrigan hoarsely. "I'm troubled with my old failing a weakness of the eyes," said McTee. "Open it yourself." Harrigan opened it at last and drew out the paper within. They stood under a light, shoulder to shoulder, and read with difficulty, for the hand of Harrigan which held the paper shook.
The second and smaller rush of the mutineers had been toward Harrigan and McTee, where the two men stood together. Harrigan, taken from behind, went down at once and then grappled with his assailants before they could use their knives. McTee stood over the struggling three and smote right and left among the mutineers.
Now tell me what you saw." "Cap'n McTee behind the wireless house holding the hand of Harrigan. They were talkin' soft like friends!" "By God," muttered Hovey fiercely, "an' yet McTee told me he wanted Harrigan put out of the way. He's double-crossin' us. They're teamin' it together. What did they say?" The Jap spat blood copiously before he could answer: "I could not hear."
In time of peace, why, to hell with England, say I, like all good Irishmen; but in time av war-r, it's shoulder to shoulder, John Bull an' Paddy, say I, an' we'll lick the wor-r-rld!" And McTee broke in savagely. "You forget the Scotch. Without the Scotch, England and Ireland what could they do? Nothing!" "Could they not?" said Harrigan, with rising temper.
Ah, McTee, if I were only there for a minute in spirit, I could restore her to life yes, one minute!" "Of course you could. But in the meantime, for a change of thought, suppose you finish that order you were about to write out and send to Campbell." "What order?" "About Harrigan." "Who the devil is Harrigan?"
The game had gone too far, and yet she dared not appear indifferent to the singing. That would have been too direct a betrayal, so she sat with her head back and a smile on her lips. There was a groan and a stifled curse. McTee rose; the song died in the throat of Harrigan. "Is this what you feared?" said the Scotchman. "Is this what you wanted protection against?
"He's playing his songs," grinned Henshaw, and he chuckled noiselessly. "Listen! We'll give him something to sing about and it'll be in another key. Ha-ha!" He tasted the results of his disciplining already, but just as he placed his hand on the knob of the door, another sound checked him and made him turn with a puzzled frown toward McTee.
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