McTee started. "You know each other pretty well, eh?" "Tut, tut!" said Harrigan airily. "You can't expect a slip of a girl to be calling a black man like _you_ by the front name?" McTee moistened his white lips. He rose. "I'm going for a walk--I always do after eating." And he strode off down the beach. Harrigan instantly secured a handful of the shellfish. "Speakin' of salt," he said apologetically, "I'll have to try a couple of these to be sure that the captain's right. I can tell by a taste or two." He pried open one of the shells and ate the contents hastily, keeping one eye askance against the return of McTee. "Maybe he's right about these shellfish," he pronounced judicially, "but it's a hard thing an' a dangerous thing to take the word of a man like McTee--he's that hasty. We must go easy on believin' what he says, Kate." CHAPTER 12 Then understanding flooded Kate's mind like waves of light in a dark room. She tilted back her head and laughed, laughed heartily, laughed till the tears brimmed her eyes. The gloomy scowl of Harrigan stopped her at last. As her mirth died out, the tall form of McTee appeared suddenly before them with his arms crossed. Where they touched his breast, the muscles spread out to a giant size. He was turned toward her, but the gleam of his eye fell full upon Harrigan. "I suppose," said McTee, and his teeth clicked after each word like the bolt of a rifle shot home, "I suppose that you were laughing at me?" The Irishman rose and faced the Scotchman, his head thrust forward and a devil in his eyes. "An' what if we were, Misther McTee?" he purred. "An' what if we wer-r-re, I'm askin'?" Kate leaped to her feet and sprang between them. "Is there anything we can do," she broke in hurriedly, "to get away from the island?" "A raft?" suggested Harrigan. McTee smiled his contempt. "A raft? And how would you cut down the trees to make it?" "Burn 'em down with a circle of fire at the bottom." "And then set green logs afloat? And how fasten 'em together, even supposing we could burn them down and drag them to the water? No, there's no way of getting off the island unless a boat passes and catches a glimpse of our fire." "Then we'll have to move this fire to the top of the hill," said Harrigan. "Suppose we go now and look over the hill and see what dry wood is near it," said McTee. "Good." Something in their eagerness had a meaning for Kate. "Would you both leave me?" she reproached them. "It was McTee suggested it," said Harrigan. McTee favored his comrade with a glance that would have made any other man give ground. It merely made Harrigan grin. "We'll draw straws for who goes and who stays," said McTee. Kate picked up two bits of wood. "The short one stays," she said. "Draw," said Harrigan in a low voice. "I was taught manners young," said McTee. "After you."