As the door closed, Harrigan turned to Campbell and found him sitting, shuddering, with his face buried in his hands.

He touched the Scotchman on the shoulder.
"You've done your part, chief.

I won't let you do any more.

I'm starting now for the hole." "What ?" bellowed Campbell.

"Am I no longer the boss of my engine room?
You'll sit here till I tell you to move! Damn Henshaw and his written orders!" "If you refuse to obey a written order, he can take your license away from you in any marine court." "Let it go." "Ah-h, chief, ye're afther bein' a thrue man an' a bould one, but I'd rather stay the rest av me life in the hole than let ye ruin yourself for me.