Am I right, McTee ?" "You've seen her, and she's told you this," exclaimed the captain.
Harrigan chuckled his triumph and went on with the scrubbing of the bridge.
"No, Angus, me dear, I've not seen her, but when two souls are as close as hers and mine--well, cap'n, I leave it to you!" McTee ground his teeth with rage and turned his back on the worker for a moment until he could master the contorted muscles of his face.
"Tut, McTee," went on the Irishman, "you've but felt the tickle of the spur; when I drive it in, you'll yell like a whipped kid.

Always you play into me hands, McTee.

Now when you see Kate, you'll feel me grin in the background mockin' ye, eh ?" The banter gave the captain a shrewd inspiration.

He leaned, and catching one of Harrigan's hands with a quick movement, turned it palm up.

It was as he suspected; the palm, though red from the effect of the strong suds and still scarcely healed after the torment of the _Mary Rogers_, was nevertheless manifestly unharmed by the labor which it was supposed Harrigan had performed the day before.