He shook the Scotchman by his massive shoulder.
"Go get Sloan—bring him here!"
McTee rose.
"No! Don't let me lay eyes on him—he brought me this! Go yourself and carry him a message to send. The doctors are letting her die; they think she has no money. Send them this message:
"Save Beatrice at all costs. Call in the greatest doctors. I will pay all bills ten times over.
"Quick! Why are you waiting here? You fool! Run! Minutes mean life or death to her!"
McTee hastened back to the wireless house in the after-part of the ship. To Sloan he gave the message, even exaggerating it somewhat. After it was sent, he said: "Look here, my boy, do you realize that it's dangerous to bring the captain messages like that last one you carried to him?"
"Do I know it? I should say I do! Once the old boy jumped at me like a tiger because I carried in a bad report."
"Could you make up a false message?"
"It's against the law, sir."