"You'll never have the chance again."
"I want no chances; I want no help except my own strength as it was before you withered me with your hellfire."
"When we stand up again, I'll kill you, Harrigan."
"When we stand up again, I'll break you, Black McTee—like a rotten stick."
"Lie down here," said the captain, rising quickly. "You're sick."
He forced Harrigan onto the bunk and stretched him out at full length. The Irishman clenched his hands and fought against the sleep which crept over his senses.
"There's fire in my brain," muttered Harrigan, "an' it's trying to burn its way out."
McTee dipped a towel in cool water.
"I kept the rest of them away," went on the Irishman. "When you woke up, I wanted you to hear why I didn't finish you."
He raised his shaking hands and gripped at the air.