He stood swaying slightly from side to side, while he glared at Henshaw.
"You're drunk," remarked the captain coldly.

"I'll give you half an hour, Campbell, to come to your senses--but after that--" "Damn you and your time! I want no tune! I say the lad has been put through hell and shan't go back to it, do you hear me ?" Henshaw was controlling himself carefully, or else he wished to draw out the engineer.
He said: "You know the record of Harrigan ?" "What record?
The one McTee told you?
Would you believe what Black McTee says of a man he tried to break and couldn't ?" "My friend McTee is out of the matter.

All that you have to do with is my order.

You've heard that order, Campbell!" "I'll see you in hell before I send him to the hole." Henshaw waited another moment, quietly enjoying the wild excitement of the engineer like the Spanish gentleman who sits in safety in the gallery and watches the baiting of the bull in the arena below.
"I shall send that order to you in writing.

If you refuse to obey then, I shall act!" He turned on his heel; McTee stayed a moment to smile upon Harrigan, and then followed.