"Steady, old heart of oak, you've nothing to fear from us.

Hovey! Oh-h, Hovey, we'll see you damned before we give up the captain!" The bos'n, choking with his fury, shook his clenched fist at them and disappeared into the cabin.
"Now lie down," said McTee to the captain, "and we'll fix you up.

Are you badly hurt ?" "Enough to finish me," said Henshaw calmly, "but keep off! I'll have none of you! None of your tricks!" His old body was trembling with the pain of his wound, but the hand which held the gun leveled on McTee was as steady as a rock.

Kate pushed McTee aside and turned a glance of scorn on the others.
"You'd let him die among you--for fear of an old man and his wretched revolver ?" She faced Henshaw.
"Go into the wireless house, Captain Henshaw, and I will go in alone with you.

If you don't trust me, you can keep your revolver at my breast while I dress your wound--but see!--you will bleed to death in a short time!" He laughed again, saying: "Girl, there's nothing between heaven and hell that can make me die by anything but fire--fire at sea--blue fire." She whitened at sight of his frenzied, yellow face, and then she saw Harrigan slipping around to take the captain from the rear.