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But I don't want to do that if I can help it. Instead, I have been trying to discipline him with hard work. He knows that he can come to me at any time and speak three words which will release him from his troubles. But he won't say them yet!" "Really?" she breathed. She began to feel deeply honored that such a man as McTee would make so long an explanation to her.
He rose and led McTee into his bedroom, for two cabins were retained for the captain's use. Filling one corner of the room was a huge safe almost as tall as a man. He squatted before the safe and commenced to work the combination with a swift sureness which told McTee at once that the old buccaneer came here many times a day to gloat over his treasure. At length the door of the safe fell open.
The sailors cheered as the two men swung Kate over the gunwale and then clambered in after her. The man at the bows all this time had kept his lantern high above his head with a rigid arm, and now he bellowed: "Black McTee!" "Right!" said McTee. "And you?" "Salvain put back for the ship, lads Pietro Salvain. D'you mean to say you've forgotten me?"
Then and Harrigan thought his ears deceived him as he listened McTee said with a great, outgoing breath: "Thank God!" He explained: "Come closer; talk soft! Harrigan, guard yourself tonight. There'll be an attempt at your life!" "Another?" queried Harrigan. "They've tackled you already?" Harrigan took out the knife and waved it in the faint starlight.
"Harrigan," said McTee, "I've been telling Miss Malone that you can be released from your trouble by saying half a dozen words to me. And you know that you can.
Tiptoe he stole across the floor and laid a hand lightly on the knob of the door of the captain's private room. It turned easily without any creak, and the door opened a few inches. There sat Henshaw with his back to McTee, leaning over a table.
"A hard trip," went on the first speaker. "All trips on the Mary Rogers is hard," rumbled a voice. "Aye, but Black McTee is blacker'n ever today." "He belted the bos'n with a rope end," commented the Negro. "He ain't human. This is my last trip with him. How about you, John? You got a lump on your jaw yet where he cracked you for breakin' that truck."
"It's little I care what you meant," said the Irishman coldly, and he shook off her hand. "Go play with McTee. I want none of ye! After I've slaved for ye an' saved ye from God knows what, ye dare to turn and make them eyes cold and distant when ye look at me? Ah-h, get back to McTee! I'm through with ye!" She only insisted the more: "I will speak to you, Dan!"
I have lost all hope of you, Kate." Her glance wandered slightly, and his hope increased. "Because of Harrigan," he said. She was remembering what Harrigan had said: "How to stop McTee? Make yourself old and your skin yellow, and your hair gray, and take the spring out of your step." "Why do you keep the whip over him, Angus? He has saved your life, and you his.
He saw it in the wild light of the old man's eyes; a species of insanity, this love of the old man for the child he had never seen. "Notice my language now? Never a taint of the beach lingo in it. I rubbed all that out. Aye, McTee, it took me ten years to educate myself for that girl's sake. In the meantime, I made money, as I've said. Ten years of that!
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