Ha ?" But Black McTee, like a frightened child caught in a dark room, turned and fled in shameless fear into the deep night.

Not till he was far aft did he stop in a quiet place to think of Harrigan dying alone, choking in the black water.
But Harrigan was far from fear.

He lay on the deck above the forecastle, cradled by the swing of the bows.

He shook away the lurking horror of the mutiny and gave himself up to peace.
In the midst of his sleep he dreamed of lying in a pitch-dark room and staring up at a brilliant point of light, like a dark lantern partially unshuttered.

And suddenly Harrigan woke, and looking up, he caught a flashing point of light directly above his eyes.