I have something to whisper in his ear." "Is it safe ?" said the first mate to the chief engineer, gesturing with his weapon.
Harrigan snatched it away and waved it like a club above his head.
"Get out, or I'll bash your skull in." His face was hideous, cut and blood-stained, starved with the long hunger and lighted with the victory.

They slunk from the cabin, backing out as if they expected him to rush them.

Harrigan locked the door and started to tend the captain.

He washed McTee to the waist, cleansed the cut places carefully, and covered them with narrow strips of adhesive tape which he found in a small medicine chest.

As the heavier breathing of the captain indicated that he was about to recover his senses, Harrigan performed the same services for himself.