And the four of them went aft carrying McTee's body.

On the promenade they passed Kate Malone.

She shrank against the rail, her eyes blank and her face white.
"He's dead!" she cried.
"He's just beginnin' to live," said Harrigan.
The captain was muttering faintly as they laid him on the bunk in his room.

"Now get out," commanded Harrigan.

"I will be alone with him when he wakes up.