You're done for, McTee." Each one of the short phrases was like a whip flicked across the face of McTee, but he would not wince.
"You've said enough.

Now get down to the fireroom.

I've had Henshaw prepare the chief engineer for your coming." Harrigan turned.
"Wait! Remember when you're in hell that the old compact still holds.
Your hand in mine and a promise to be my man will end the war." Only the low laughter of the Irishman answered as he made his way down to the deck..