There's none of you had the heart to try what Harrigan is going to try." If they did not actually lick their chops, there was hunger in their eyes and a strange wistfulness as they watched Harrigan strip off his shirt, but when they saw the wasted arms, lean, with the muscles defined and corded as if by famine, their faces went blank again.

For they glanced in turn at the vast torso of McTee.

When he moved his arms, his smooth shoulders rippled in significant spots--the spots where the driving muscles lay.

But Harrigan saw nothing save the throat of which he had dreamed.
"This is to the finish ?" said McTee.
"Aye." "And no quarter ?" Harrigan grinned, and slipped out to the middle of the deck.

Both of them kicked off their shoes.