He slipped onto his bunk and lay with his hands folded under his head,
thinking; for between the danger from the leader of the mutiny and the
danger from McTee and Henshaw, he was utterly confused. He made out the
voices of the two gamblers, Hall and Cochrane.
"Three deuces to beat," said Hall.
"I'd beat three fives to get Van Roos," answered Cochrane.
Jan Van Roos was the second mate, a genial Dutchman with rosy cheeks
and a hearty laugh for all occasions; but he was an excellent sailor
and a strict disciplinarian. Therefore he had won the hatred of the
crew. The entire group of mutineers had shaken dice to have the
disposing of the mate in case he was captured alive. Now the dice
rattled and clicked on the deck as Cochrane made his cast.
"Forty-three!" called Cochrane. "Now watch the fours."
He swept up the other three dice and made his second cast. Another four
rolled upon the deck. He had won Van Roos, to dispose of him as he saw
fit. Harrigan heard the rumble of Sam Hall's cursing.
"Easy, lad," said Cochrane soothingly. "We'll work on Van Roos
together, and if we don't sweat every ounce of blubber out of his fat
carcass, my name is not Garry."
There was a sharp knock at the door of the forecastle, and a moment
later Shida, the other Japanese cabin boy, entered and came directly to
the bunk of Harrigan.
He whispered in the ear of the Irishman: "Meester Harrigan, get up.
Cap'n McTee, he want."
"Where is he?" growled Harrigan.
"I show."
Harrigan slipped on his shoes and followed Shida aft, wondering. The
little, quick-footed Jap brought him back of the wheelhouse and then
disappeared. Leaning against the rail was McTee, unaware of their
coming and peering out at the wake of the ship.
As the Heron's stern dipped to a trough of a wave that towered blackly
into the night, the outlines of McTee's form were blurred, but the next
moment he was tossed up against the very heart of the starry sky. With
that peculiar mixture of fear and thrilling exultation which he always
felt when he came into the presence of the captain, Harrigan drew
close. Perhaps the sailor had chosen this heaving afterdeck as the
place for their final death struggle, ending when one of them was
hurled into the black ocean.
It was this thought which gave the ring to his voice when he called,
"I've come, McTee!"
The captain whirled, bracing himself against the rail with both hands,
as though prepared to meet an attempt to thrust him overboard. Then--
and Harrigan thought his ears deceived him as he listened--McTee said
with a great, outgoing breath: "Thank God!"
He explained: "Come closer; talk soft! Harrigan, guard yourself
tonight. There'll be an attempt at your life!"
"Another?" queried Harrigan.
"They've tackled you already?"
Harrigan took out the knife and waved it in the faint starlight.
"They did," he said jauntily, "and they left this behind them as a
token."
"Listen," said McTee; "it's not for nothing that men call me Black, but
all evening I've been remembering the time when we took hands in the
trough of the sea. I've thought of that, Harrigan, and it made me weak
inside--"
He paused, but Harrigan would not speak.
"Because I planned your death tonight, Dan."
"Angus, the steel ain't been sharpened that can kill me."
"Don't be too confident. Get every word I say. I'm washing my soul out
for you. It's Hovey and the little Jap, Kamasura, that you'll have to
guard against."
"I know 'em both."
"D'you mean to say--"
"No, I didn't make 'em confess, but I saw 'em lookin' at each other.
What made you hitch up with swine like them? Was it because of--her?"
"Yes."
"Then I forgive you for it. Angus, I got a sort of a desire to shake
hands with you. There's nothin' but swine an' snakes aboard the Heron.
I'd like to feel the grip of a man's hand."
They fumbled in the dark and then their hands met. They retained that
grasp till the ship sank twice to the deep shadow of the trough and
swung up again to the crest.
"There's no peace between us till she's out of the way," muttered
Harrigan at last. "What d'you say, Angus?"
"Harrigan, there are times when you're a poet. Strip!"
The Irishman was tearing off his shirt, when three crashing, rattling
explosions sent a shudder through the Heron, and his arms dropped
nervelessly.
"Where was it?" gasped Harrigan.
"Forward," answered McTee.
"Kate!" they cried in the same breath, and rushed for the main cabin.