Harrigan was trembling like a hysterical girl.

He looked in the face of McTee and saw that the Scotchman had blanched.

For a long moment they exchanged glances, and then McTee went down from the bridge and entered the cabin.
Henshaw was not there.

He had evidently gone into the inner room, and McTee sat down to wait.

The time had come for him to ask questions, and he was nerving himself for the ordeal.