"Couldn't you see her face? It was written there as plain as print."
McTee cleared his throat.
"What was written there?"
"The thing you want to see. When she took my hand in both of hers—"
"Hell!"
"Ah-h, man, it was wonderful! The scrubbing brush an' the shovel—they mean nothin' to me now."
"Harrigan, you're lying."
The latter dropped his scrubbing brush into the bucket of suds and stood with arms akimbo studying the captain.
"For a smart man, McTee, you've been a fool. I could of gone down on me knees an' begged to do what you've done. Don't you see? You've thrown her with her will or against it into me arms. I'm poor Harrigan, brave and downtrodden; you're Black McTee once more, the tyrant. She looks sick at the mention of your name."
"I never dreamed you'd go whining to her. I thought you were a man; you're only a spineless dog, Harrigan!"