"You ought to be on the stage, Harrigan." But Harrigan was deep in another egg.

Kate watched the two with covert glances, amazed, wondering.

They had saved each other from death at sea, and now they were quarreling bitterly over the qualities of eggs.
And not eggs alone, for McTee, not to be outdone in courtesy, passed a handful of his shellfish to Harrigan.

The Irishman regarded the fish and then McTee with cold disgust.
"D'you really think I'm crazy enough to eat one of these ?" he queried.
Black McTee was black indeed as he glowered at the big Irishman.
"Open up; let's hear what you got to say about these shellfish," he demanded.
Harrigan announced laconically: "Scurvy." "What ?" This from Kate and McTee at one breath.
"Sure.

There ain't any salt in 'em.