Campbell had rung a bell.
"Bring your men an' be damned!" he answered; and now his head tilted back and he set his shoulders to the wall.

"I'll be afther lickin' your whole crew! A man do ye call yourself?
Ah-h, ye're not fit to be lickin' the boots ay a man! Slave driver?
No, ye're an overseer, an' Henshaw kicks you an' you pass the kick along.

But lay a hand on Harrigan, an' he'll tear the rotten head off your shoulders!" The door flew open, and the second assistant engineer, a burly man, with two or three others, appeared at the entrance, drawn by the furious clamor of the bell.
"What--" began the second assistant, and then stopped as he caught sight of Harrigan against the wall with his hands poised, ready for the first attack.
"Who called you ?" roared Campbell.
"Your bell--" began the assistant.
"You lie! Get out! I was telling a joke to my old friend Harrigan.
Maybe I leaned back against the bell.

Shake hands with Harrigan.

I've known him for years." Incredulous, Harrigan lowered his clenched fist and relaxed it to meet the hesitant hand of the assistant.
"Now be off," growled the chief, and the others fled.
As the door closed, Harrigan turned in stupid amazement upon the Scotchman.