Angus, I got a sort of a desire to shake hands with you.

There's nothin' but swine an' snakes aboard the Heron.
I'd like to feel the grip of a man's hand." They fumbled in the dark and then their hands met.

They retained that grasp till the ship sank twice to the deep shadow of the trough and swung up again to the crest.
"There's no peace between us till she's out of the way," muttered Harrigan at last.

"What d'you say, Angus ?" "Harrigan, there are times when you're a poet.

Strip!" The Irishman was tearing off his shirt, when three crashing, rattling explosions sent a shudder through the Heron, and his arms dropped nervelessly.
"Where was it ?" gasped Harrigan.
"Forward," answered McTee.
"Kate!" they cried in the same breath, and rushed for the main cabin..