It seemed to him that the force which drove the ship was like a part of McTee's will, a thing of steel.
"And I'm a hard man, Harrigan.

On this ship I'm king.

There's no will but my will; there's no right but my right; there's no law but my law.
Remember, on land we stood as equals.

On this ship you stand and I sit." The thin lips did not curve, and yet they seemed to be smiling cruelly, and the eyes were probing deep, deep, deep into Harrigan's soul, weighing, measuring, searching.
"When we reach land," said Harrigan, "I got an idea I'll have to break you." He raised his hands, which trembled with the restrained power of his arms, and moved them as though slowly breaking a stick of wood.
"I've broken men--like that," he finished.
"When I'm through with you, Harrigan, you'll take water from a Chinaman.

You're the first man I've ever seen who could make me stop and look twice.