One of us'll go down, an' you'll be for the one that's left.

He knows it--I know it." "Harrigan!" called the voice of McTee from the bridge, and the tall Scotchman lifted his cap to Kate.
"I'm the slave," said Harrigan, "and there's the whip.

Good-by." She stamped her foot with an almost childish fury, saying: "Someday he shall regret this brutal tyranny.

Good-by, Dan, and good luck!" She took his hand in both of hers, but her eyes held spitefully upon the bridge, as if she hoped that McTee would witness the handshake; the captain, however, had turned his back upon them.
Dan muttered to himself as he climbed the bridge: "Did she do that to anger McTee or to please me ?" And the thought so occupied his mind that he paid no attention to the Scotchman when he reached the bridge.

He merely dropped to his knees and commenced scrubbing.