He was turned toward her, but the gleam of his eye fell full upon Harrigan.
"I suppose," said McTee, and his teeth clicked after each word like the bolt of a rifle shot home, "I suppose that you were laughing at me ?" The Irishman rose and faced the Scotchman, his head thrust forward and a devil in his eyes.
"An' what if we were, Misther McTee ?" he purred.

"An' what if we wer-r-re, I'm askin' ?" Kate leaped to her feet and sprang between them.
"Is there anything we can do," she broke in hurriedly, "to get away from the island ?" "A raft ?" suggested Harrigan.
McTee smiled his contempt.
"A raft?
And how would you cut down the trees to make it ?" "Burn 'em down with a circle of fire at the bottom." "And then set green logs afloat?
And how fasten 'em together, even supposing we could burn them down and drag them to the water?
No, there's no way of getting off the island unless a boat passes and catches a glimpse of our fire." "Then we'll have to move this fire to the top of the hill," said Harrigan.
"Suppose we go now and look over the hill and see what dry wood is near it," said McTee.
"Good." Something in their eagerness had a meaning for Kate.
"Would you both leave me ?" she reproached them.
"It was McTee suggested it," said Harrigan.
McTee favored his comrade with a glance that would have made any other man give ground.

It merely made Harrigan grin.
"We'll draw straws for who goes and who stays," said McTee.
Kate picked up two bits of wood.
"The short one stays," she said.
"Draw," said Harrigan in a low voice.
"I was taught manners young," said McTee.

"After you." They exchanged glares again.

The whole sense of her power over these giants came home to her as she watched them fighting their duel of the eyes.
"You suggested it," she said to McTee.
He stepped forward with an expression as grim as that of a prize fighter facing an antagonist of unknown prowess.