He raised his hand like a guard, but two lean, thin hands, incredibly strong, closed on his wrists.
"A woman's love," went on the old buccaneer of the South Seas, "is stronger than armor plate to save the man she cares for. You can't see it; you could never see it! But I tell you there are times when the ghosts have come close to me, and then sometimes I've seen the shadows of thin, small hands come in front of me and push them back. The hands of Beatrice push them back, and they're helpless to harm me!"
CHAPTER 27
But McTee wrenched his arms away and fled out on the deck. He blundered into Jerry Hovey, who started back at sight of him.
"What's happened, sir?" asked the bos'n. "Been seein' ghosts?"
"Damn you," growled McTee, "I had a nap and a bad dream—a hell of a nightmare."
"You look it! You heard what Harrigan said? Does that sound as if I had enough backing?"
"If the rest of them are as strong for it as Harrigan, it does."
"As strong for it as Harrigan? Between you and me—just a whisper in your ear—I don't think Harrigan is half as strong for it as he talks. I don't trust him, somehow."
"No?"