McTee wrote: _From Captain Henshaw to Chief Engineer Douglas Campbell Sir: On the receipt of this order, you will at once place Daniel Harrigan at work passing coal, beginning this day with a double shift, and continuing hereafter one shift a day.
(Signed)_ "Here you are, captain," he called, and Henshaw turned reluctantly from the door and sat down at the table.
"Bad luck's in it," he muttered, "but something has to be done-- something has to be done!" He wrote: "Captain Hensh--" but at this point the voice of Sloan spoke from the open door.
"A message, captain." With a choked cry Henshaw whirled and rose, supporting himself against the edge of the table with both trembling hands.

His accusing eyes were on McTee.
"Sloan!" he called in his hoarse whisper at last, but still his damning gaze held hard upon McTee.
The wireless operator advanced a step at a time into the room, placed the written message on the edge of the table, and then sprang back as if in mortal fear.

Henshaw, still keeping his glance upon the Scotchman with a terrible earnestness, picked up the sheet of paper on which he had been signing his name, and tore it slowly, methodically, into small strips.

As the last of the small fragments fluttered to the floor, his hand went out to the message Sloan had brought and drew it to his side.
He waved his arm in a sweeping gesture that commanded the other two from his presence, and they slipped from the cabin without a word..