The punch drove home to the face with a shock that jarred Harrigan to his feet and jerked McTee back as if drawn by a hand.

Before he recovered his balance, Harrigan planted half a dozen punches, but though they shook the captain, they did not send him down, and Harrigan groaned.
McTee bellowed again.

It was not pain.

It was not mere rage.

It was a battle cry, and with it he rushed Harrigan.