When they reached the stretch of deck behind the wireless house, McTee said: "Harrigan, what's it to be?
Are you for fighting it out ?" "I'm with you in anything you say," retorted the dauntless Irishman, and then with a changed voice, "but I'm feelin' sort of sick inside, Angus.

Did ye see that murtherin' dog smash the mouth of that Jap when he hadn't the strength to lift his head?
Ah-h!" "I'm sick, too," said McTee, "but not because of the Jap.

It's something worse that bothers me." "What ?" "It's the thought of White Henshaw, Dan.

The brain of that old devil is going back on him.

I think he loves death more than life.