The two, in the meantime, were making their way aft shoulder to shoulder. When they reached the stretch of deck behind the wireless house, McTee said: "Harrigan, what's it to be? Are you for fighting it out?" "I'm with you in anything you say," retorted the dauntless Irishman, and then with a changed voice, "but I'm feelin' sort of sick inside, Angus. Did ye see that murtherin' dog smash the mouth of that Jap when he hadn't the strength to lift his head? Ah-h!" "I'm sick, too," said McTee, "but not because of the Jap. It's something worse that bothers me." "What?" "It's the thought of White Henshaw, Dan. The brain of that old devil is going back on him. I think he loves death more than life. His memories of what he's done put him in hell every minute he lives." "Go easy, McTee," said Harrigan. "D'you mean to say that Henshaw blew up those boats--an' his ship still in the middle of the Pacific?" "I say nothing. All I know is that he talked damned queerly of how wonderful it would be if a ship in the middle of the sea put her nose under the waves and started for Davy Jones's locker. Yes, if she went down with all hands--dived for the bottom, in fact." "What can we do?" "I don't know, but I'm beginning to think that this ship--and our lives--would be safer in the hands of Hovey and his gang of cutthroats than they will be under White Henshaw. Queer things are going to happen on the _Heron_, Harrigan, mark my word." "You think Henshaw blew up the boats so not one of the crew could escape?" "It sounds too crazy to repeat." "McTee!" "Yes, I'm thinking of her, too." "Between the mutiny and the crazy captain, Angus, it'll take both of us to pull her through." "It will." "Then gimme your hand once more, cap'n. We're in the trough of the sea once more, an' God knows when we'll reach dry land, but while we're on the _Heron_, we're brothers once more. For her sake I'll forget I hate you till we've got the honest ground under our feet once more." "When the time comes," said McTee, "it'll be a wonderful fight." "It will," agreed Harrigan fervently. "But first, McTee, we must let her know that we're standin' shoulder to shoulder to fight for her. Otherwise she won't give us her trust." "You're right again. We'll go to her cabin now and tell her. But don't give her a hint of all that we fear. She already knows about the mutiny--and she knows about your part in it." "You saw to that, McTee?" said Harrigan softly, as he pulled on his shirt. "I did." "Ah-h, Angus, that fight'll be even better than I was afther thinkin'." And they went forward, walking again shoulder to shoulder. It was Harrigan who stood in front at her door and knocked. She opened it wide, but at sight of him started to slam it again. He blocked it with his foot. "I've not come for my own sake," he said in a hard voice, "but the two of us have come together."