Now go up to the bridge an' scrub it down." With the prospect of the long torture before him once more, Harrigan in a daze picked up the bucket of suds to which he was pointed and went with his brush toward the bridge.

Through the mist which enveloped his brain broke wild thoughts--to steal upon McTee at the first meeting and hurl his hated body overboard.

Yet even in his bewildered condition he realized what such an act would mean.

Murder on land is bad enough, but murder at sea is doubly damned by the law.

It was in the power of White Henshaw to hang him up to the mast.
Revolving these dismal prospects with downward head, he climbed from the waist of the ship to the cabin promenade, and there a voice hailed him, and he turned to see Kate Malone approaching.