"No?"
"Look here," said the bos"n cautiously. "We hear there was once some trouble between you and Harrigan?"
"Well?"
"Would you waste much tune if somethin" was to happen to him--say in the middle of the night, silent and unexpected?"
"I would not! Take him by the foot and heave him into the sea. Very good idea, Hovey. Is he getting the eyes of the lads too much?"
Hovey fenced: "He"s a landlubber, and he don"t understand sea things.
He"s better out of the way."
"How"ll you do it?" asked McTee softly. "Speak out, Hovey. Would you try your own hand on Harrigan?"
"Not me! I know a better way. There"s one that"s in the mutiny who has a hand as strong as mine--almost--and a foot as silent as the paw of a cat. I"ll give him the tip."
"And now for the details of the attack," said McTee, anxious not to lay too much stress upon the destruction of Harrigan.
"Here it is," answered Hovey, and entered into an elaborate description of all their plans. McTee listened with faraway eyes. He heard the words, but he was thinking of the death of Harrigan.
That invincible Irishman, after his talk with Hovey in front of the cabin of Kate, returned to the cool room of the chief engineer. The worthy Campbell, in wait for the ultimatum of White Henshaw, had been fortifying himself steadily with liquor, and by the middle of the afternoon he had reached a state in which he had no care for consequences; he would have defied all the powers upon earth and beyond it.
The next morning, as he went up to his usual task of scrubbing the bridge, Harrigan thought he perceived a possible reason why his persecution was being neglected. It was the picture of McTee and Kate Malone leaning at the rail. McTee was content. There was no doubt of that. He leaned above Kate and talked seriously down into her face.
Harrigan was mightily tempted to turn about and climb to the bridge from the other side of the deck, but he made himself march on and begin whistling a tune.
McTee raised his head instantly, and, staring at the Irishman, he murmured a word to Kate, and she turned and regarded Harrigan with an almost painful curiosity. He was about to swagger past her when she shook off the detaining hand of McTee and ran to the Irishman.
"Dan," she said eagerly, and laid a hand on his arm.
"Come back, Kate," growled McTee. "You"ve promised me not to speak--"
"Did you promise him not to speak with me again?" broke in Harrigan.
"I only meant--" she began.
"It"s little I care what you meant," said the Irishman coldly, and he shook off her hand. "Go play with McTee. I want none of ye! After I"ve slaved for ye an" saved ye from G.o.d knows what, ye dare to turn and make them eyes cold and distant when ye look at me? Ah-h, get back to McTee! I"m through with ye!"
She only insisted the more: "I _will_ speak to you, Dan!"
"Come away, Kate," urged McTee, grinding his teeth. "Doesn"t this prove what I told you?"
"I don"t care what it proves," she said hotly. "Dan, I"ve been thinking grisly things of you. I simply can"t believe them now that I look you in the face."
"Whisht!" said Harrigan, and his face was black. "Have you the right to doubt me?"
She answered sadly: "I have, Dan."
The Irishman turned slowly away and started up for the bridge without answer. As he went, he groaned beneath his breath: "Ochone! Ochone!
She"s heard!"
He could not dream how she knew of the mutiny, but if it was carried through, he was d.a.m.ned in her eyes forever. What she guessed McTee must know. What McTee knew must be familiar to White Henshaw, yet Henshaw could not know, for if he did, the ring-leaders would be instantly clapped into irons. Once or twice he looked down from his work to Kate and McTee. They still leaned at the rail, talking seriously.
And McTee was saying: "I have learned what I want to know. Every detail of the plot is in my hands. Now I am going to the cabin of White Henshaw and tell him everything. It"s the simplest way. And you"ve started a suspicion in the mind of Harrigan. He"ll spread the word to the rest of the mutineers, and they"ll be on their watch against us."
She made a little gesture of appeal. "I couldn"t help speaking to him, Angus. Suspecting him of such a thing is like--is like suspecting myself!"
"Let it go. It"s done. Now I"m going up to see White Henshaw. The old man will be crazy when he hears it."
He found the captain giving some orders to Salvain, and waited until they were alone. Then he said: "There are about ten of us against the rest of the crew of the ship. Can we hold them in case of a mutiny?"
He had planned this laconic statement carefully, expecting to see Henshaw turn pale and stammer in terror. Instead, the captain regarded McTee with quietly contemplative eyes.
"So," he murmured, "you"ve heard of the mutiny?"
The tables were completely turned on the Scotchman. He gasped: "You have known all the time?"
"Certainly," said Henshaw; "I even know every word that Hovey said to you."
McTee turned crimson.
"I have eyes that see everything on the ship," went on Henshaw, as if he wished to cover the embarra.s.sment of the Scotchman, "and I have ears which hear everything. I have lines of information tangled through the forecastle. I can almost guess what they are about to think, let alone what they will speak or do. The blockheads are always planning a mutiny, though I confess none of them have ever taken the proportions of this one. However, this will go the way of the rest."
"The way of the rest?" queried McTee almost stupidly.
"Yes. They plan to hold their action till we"re close to the land.
About that time I"ll call up one or two of the ring-leaders and tell them just what they have planned to do. That"ll make them think I have unknown means of meeting the mutiny. It will die."
McTee sat down, loosened his shirt at the throat, and gaped upon Henshaw as a child might gape upon a magician.
"I don"t blame you for taking a day to think over the temptation,"
smiled the old buccaneer. "The gold I showed you would have tempted any man. But I"m glad you came to me. I expected you last night. It took you a little longer to settle the details in your mind, eh?"
"Henshaw, I feel like a yellow dog!"
"Come! Come! You"re a man after my own heart. You took the temptation in your hand--you looked it over--and then you turned away from it.
Well, and suppose the mutiny should actually come to the breaking point; they would be right in thinking I have means of fighting them. I have no firearms on the ship; they know that. They don"t know that I have these."
He went into the next room and returned carrying a heavy box. This he placed on the desk and took a small, heavy ball of metal from it.
"A bomb?" queried McTee.
"It is. The moment a group gathers, one of these tossed among them will end the mutiny the moment it begins."
McTee handed back the bomb in silence. There was something about this cold-blooded way of speaking of death which was not cruelty--it was something greater--it was an absolute disregard of life.
"Of course," said Henshaw, as he came back from depositing the box in the next room, "there are only half a dozen of those bombs, but that will be enough. The explosion of a couple of them would just about wreck the deck. However, the mutiny will never reach the point of action. I"ll see to that. What always ties the hands of the crew is that it lacks real leaders. Hovey, for instance, will turn to water when I say three words about the mutiny to him."
"But Harrigan," said McTee quietly, "will not."