mind was dark with many doubts. He tapped a passing sailor on the
shoulder.

"What sort of an old boy is the captain?"

He made up his mind that according to the answer he would stay with the
ship or swim to the shore, but the sailor merely stared stupidly at him
for a moment and then grinned slowly. There might be malice, there
might be mere ridicule in that smile. He passed on before another
question could be asked.

"Huh!" grunted Harrigan. "I stay!"

He kept his eyes fixed on the bridge, remaining motionless at the rail
for an hour while the glow of Honolulu grew dimmer and dimmer past the
stern. There were lights in the after-cabin and he guessed that the
ship, in a small way, carried both freight and passengers. At last
McTee came down the steps to the deck and as he passed Harrigan
snapped: "Follow me."

He led the way aft and up another flight of steps to the after-cabin,
unlocked a door, and showed Harrigan into the captain's room. Here he
took one chair and Harrigan dropped easily into another.

"Now, what 'n hell was your line of thinkin', McTee," he began, "when
you told me to--"

"Stand up!" said McTee.

"What?"