The second assistant came up to complain to Henshaw, and I heard them.
"'There's something wrong with the air shafts,' he said to White Henshaw.
"'Look here,' said Henshaw, 'I've had enough grumbling from the fireroom.

Put a fan in the air shaft, and don't come up here again with any nonsense.

D'you expect to find cool breezes in the South Seas?
No, they're hot as fire--hot as fire--hot as fire!' "He repeated those words three times over in a way that made my flesh creep, and then he laughed.

Even the second saw that something was wrong.

He took a long look at Henshaw, and then he went out with his head down." "What did it all mean ?" asked Harrigan.
"I don't know.