At last McTee came down the steps to the deck and as he passed Harrigan snapped: "Follow me." He led the way aft and up another flight of steps to the after-cabin, unlocked a door, and showed Harrigan into the captain's room.

Here he took one chair and Harrigan dropped easily into another.
"Now, what 'n hell was your line of thinkin', McTee," he began, "when you told me to--" "Stand up!" said McTee.
"What ?" "Stand up!" Harrigan rose very slowly.

His jaw was setting harder and harder, and his face became grim.
"Harrigan, you took a chance and came with me." "Yes." "I didn't ask you to come." "Sure you didn't, but if you think you can treat me like a swine and get away with it--" It was wonderful to see the eyes of McTee grow small.

They seemed to retreat until they became points of light shining from the deep shadow of his brow.

They were met by the cold, incurious light of Harrigan's stare.
"You're a hard man, Harrigan." He made no answer, but listened to the deep thrum of the engines.