Harrigan sprang to his feet, catching up a marlinspike, and whirled it above his head.
"Back!" he shouted.
They shrank back, growling one to the other savagely, irresolute.

There came a moan at Harrigan's feet.

He leaned over and lifted the bulk of the captain's inert body.

As if through a haze he saw the chief engineer and the two mates running toward him and caught the glitter of a revolver in the hands of the first officer.

The Irishman's battered lips stretched to a shapeless grin.
"Help me to the captain's cabin," he said.