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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Let it go. It's done. Now I'm going up to see White Henshaw. The old man will be crazy when he hears it." He found the captain giving some orders to Salvain, and waited until they were alone. Then he said: "There are about ten of us against the rest of the crew of the ship. Can we hold them in case of a mutiny?"
In another moment they stood on the deck, where a tall man in white clothes advanced to meet them. "Good fishing, sir," said Salvain. "We've picked up three shipwrecked people, with Angus McTee among them." "Black McTee!" cried the other, and even in the dim light he picked out the towering form of the Scotchman.
Harrigan reached the waist at a leap, and in another moment joined the survivors in the shelter of the wireless house Kate, McTee, Henshaw, Salvain, and Sloan, a party of six. They were safe for the moment, for the mutineers would certainly never venture an attack against the wheelhouse, where they could be beaten from the ladders by the defendants, but they were safe without food, without water.
This had been instantly seen by the other officers, and when Harrigan reached the ladder to the deck at the other end of the cabin, he saw Salvain standing in front of the wireless house, Kate and McTee in the act of climbing the steps from the waist, and White Henshaw, with his hair blowing, following hard in their tracks.
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?"
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