There was another brief pause.
"I'm easy satisfied," said Harrigan. "What I want is that the girl who has this cabin—Kate Malone—should be handled with gloves."
"Ah, there speaks the Irish!"
"I want the care of her to fall to my hands."
"Aye, you could have ten like her, as far as I'm concerned."
"Then I'm your man, Hovey. There comes one of the mates. Let's move on."
"Right-o, lad."
Their voices retreated, and after a time McTee looked down at Kate. She was dazed, as if someone had struck her in the face.
"What does it mean, Angus?"
"Wasn't it plain? Mutiny!"