There was no doubt of that.

He leaned above Kate and talked seriously down into her face.
Harrigan was mightily tempted to turn about and climb to the bridge from the other side of the deck, but he made himself march on and begin whistling a tune.
McTee raised his head instantly, and, staring at the Irishman, he murmured a word to Kate, and she turned and regarded Harrigan with an almost painful curiosity.

He was about to swagger past her when she shook off the detaining hand of McTee and ran to the Irishman.
"Dan," she said eagerly, and laid a hand on his arm.
"Come back, Kate," growled McTee.

"You've promised me not to speak--" "Did you promise him not to speak with me again ?" broke in Harrigan.
"I only meant--" she began.
"It's little I care what you meant," said the Irishman coldly, and he shook off her hand.

"Go play with McTee.