They get more credit that way for the cure, eh ?" "God bless you, lad! Aye, they're a lot of damnable curs! Burning at sea--death by fire at sea! He was right! The old devil was right! Look, McTee! I'm safe on my ship; I'm rich; but still I'm burning to death in the middle of the ocean." He shook the Scotchman by his massive shoulder.
"Go get Sloan--bring him here!" McTee rose.
"No! Don't let me lay eyes on him--he brought me this! Go yourself and carry him a message to send.

The doctors are letting her die; they think she has no money.

Send them this message: "_Save Beatrice at all costs.

Call in the greatest doctors.

I will pay all bills ten times over._ "Quick! Why are you waiting here?
You fool! Run! Minutes mean life or death to her!" McTee hastened back to the wireless house in the after-part of the ship.