Whisht, man, I'm goin'! Think no more av it!" Campbell's eyes grew moist with the temptation, but then the fighting blood of his clan ran hot through his veins.
"Sit down," he commanded.

"Sit down and wait till the order comes.

It's a fine thing to be chief engineer, but it's a better thing to be a man.
What does Bobbie say ?" And he quoted in a ringing voice: "A man's a man for a' that!" Afterward they sat in silence that grew more tense as the minutes passed, but it seemed that Henshaw, with demoniac cunning, had decided to prolong the agony by delaying his written order and the consequent decision of the engineer.

And Harrigan, watching the suffused face of Campbell, knew that the time had come when his will would not suffice to make him follow the dictates of his conscience.
All of which Henshaw knew perfectly well as he sat in his cabin filling the glass of McTee with choice Scotch.
They sat for an hour or more, chatting, and McTee drew a picture of the pair waiting below in silent dread--a picture so vivid that Henshaw laughed in his breathless way.

In time, however, he decided that they had delayed long enough, and took up pen and paper to write the order which was to convince the dauntless Campbell that even he was a slave.
As he did so, Sloan, the wireless operator, appeared at the door, saying: "The report has come, sir.".