There's nothing like discipline on the high seas." He went below, murmuring to himself, with McTee close behind him.
Strange sounds were coming from the room of the chief engineer, sounds which seemed much like the strumming of a guitar.
"He's playing his songs," grinned Henshaw, and he chuckled noiselessly.
"Listen! We'll give him something to sing about--and it'll be in another key.

Ha-ha!" He tasted the results of his disciplining already, but just as he placed his hand on the knob of the door, another sound checked him and made him turn with a puzzled frown toward McTee.

It was a ringing baritone voice which rose in an Irish love song.
"What the devil--" began Henshaw.
"You're right," nodded McTee.

"It's the devil--Harrigan.

Open the door!" The captain flung it open, and they discovered the two worthies seated at ease with a black bottle and two glasses at hand.