stir; she did not smile.

"I felt like a kid again," said Harrigan, recovering from the brogue.
"Like a kid sittin' on the pierhead an' watchin' the green water. Your
eyes are that green," he finished.

Self-consciousness, the very thing which she had been trying to keep
the big sailor from, turned her blood to fire. She knew the quick color
was running from throat to cheek; she knew the cold, incurious eye
would note the change. He was so far aware of the alteration that he
rose and glanced at the door.

"Good-by," she said, and then quite forgetting herself: "I shall ask
the captain to see that you are treated like a white man."

"You will not!"

"I beg your pardon?" she said, but the hint of insulted dignity was
lost on Harrigan.

"You will not," he repeated. "It'd simply make him worse."

She was glad of the chance to be angry; it would explain her
heightening color.

"The captain must be an utter brute."

"I figger he's nine tenths man, an' the other tenth devil, but there
ain't no human bein' can change any of them ten parts. Good-by. I'm
thankin' you. My name's Harrigan."