One hour's work with a shovel, captain, would make Harrigan useless at any sort of a job for a month." "Which goes to show," said McTee, "that you don't know Harrigan." "I've heard what you have to say," said Henshaw.

"I sent him down to work in the hole; I come down and find him singing in your room.

I expect you to have him passing coal inside of fifteen minutes, Campbell." Harrigan started for the door, feeling that the game had been played out, and glad of even this small respite of a day or more from the labor of the shovel.

Before he left the room, however, the voice of Campbell halted him.
"Wait! Stay here! You'll do what I tell you, Harrigan.

I'm the boss belowdecks." It was a declaration of war, and what it cost Campbell no one could ever tell.