So they came out upon the beach and walked along it until they reached the point of which McTee had spoken.
It was a level, hard-packed stretch of sand which offered firm footing and no rocks over which one of the fighters might stumble at a critical moment.
"Tis a lovely spot," sighed Harrigan.

"Captain, you're a jewel of a man to have thought of it." "Aye, this is no deck at sea that can heave and twist and spoil my work." "It is not; and the palms of my hands are almost healed.

Had you thought of that, captain ?" "As you lie choking, Harrigan, think of the girl.

The minute I've heaved you into the sea, I go back to her." The hard breathing of the Irishman filled up the interval.
"I see one thing clear.

It's that I'll have to kill you slow.