As he went, he groaned beneath his breath: "Ochone! Ochone! She's heard!" He could not dream how she knew of the mutiny, but if it was carried through, he was damned in her eyes forever.

What she guessed McTee must know.

What McTee knew must be familiar to White Henshaw, yet Henshaw could not know, for if he did, the ring-leaders would be instantly clapped into irons.

Once or twice he looked down from his work to Kate and McTee.

They still leaned at the rail, talking seriously.
And McTee was saying: "I have learned what I want to know.