"All over again!" And Harrigan dropped to his knees without protest and commenced scrubbing again.

As he worked, he hummed a tune and saw the narrow jaw of McTee jut out.

Harrigan smiled.
He had scarcely finished stowing his bucket and brush away when the bos'n brought him word that he was wanted in the fireroom.

Masters's face was serious.
"What's the main idea ?" asked Harrigan.
The bos'n cast a worried eye fore and aft.
"Black McTee's breakin' you," he said; "you're getting the whip." "Well ?" "God help you, that's all.

Now get below." There was a certain fervency about this speech which impressed even Harrigan.