What then ?" Harrigan remembered a word from the Bible.
"I'll never covet one of your belongin's, McTee, an' I'll never cross your wishes." "Your hair is red, Harrigan, and mine is black; your eye is blue and mine is black.

We were made to want the same thing in different ways.
I've never met my mate before.

I can stand it here on the rim of the world--but in the world itself--what then, Harrigan ?" They stepped apart, and the glance of the black eye crossed that of the cold blue.
"Ah-h, McTee, are ye dark inside and out?
Is the black av your eye the same as the soot in your heart ?" "Harrigan, you were born to fight and forget; I was born to fight and remember.

Well, I take no oath, but here's my hand.

It's better than the oath of most men." "A strange fist," grinned Harrigan; "soft in the palm and hard over the knuckles--like mine." They went down the hill toward the beach, Harrigan singing and McTee silent, with downward head.