His memories of what he's done put him in hell every minute he lives." "Go easy, McTee," said Harrigan.

"D'you mean to say that Henshaw blew up those boats--an' his ship still in the middle of the Pacific ?" "I say nothing.

All I know is that he talked damned queerly of how wonderful it would be if a ship in the middle of the sea put her nose under the waves and started for Davy Jones's locker.

Yes, if she went down with all hands--dived for the bottom, in fact." "What can we do ?" "I don't know, but I'm beginning to think that this ship--and our lives--would be safer in the hands of Hovey and his gang of cutthroats than they will be under White Henshaw.

Queer things are going to happen on the _Heron_, Harrigan, mark my word." "You think Henshaw blew up the boats so not one of the crew could escape ?" "It sounds too crazy to repeat." "McTee!" "Yes, I'm thinking of her, too." "Between the mutiny and the crazy captain, Angus, it'll take both of us to pull her through." "It will." "Then gimme your hand once more, cap'n.