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"Work."
"Do you mean to say they make you work with your hands in this

condition?"
"Sure."
"Poor fellow! That black captain!"
Her voice had changed from a peculiarly soft, low accent to a shrill
tone that made Harrigan start.
"Poor fellow!" she repeated. "Sit down."
The campstool creaked under the burden of his weight. She pulled up
the chair in front of him and placed his left hand on her knees.
"This is peroxide. Tell me if it hurts too much."
She spilled some of the liquid across his palm; it frothed.
"Ouch!" grunted Harrigan involuntarily.
She caught his wrists with both hands.
"Why, your whole arm is trembling! You must be in torture with this.
Have you made any complaint?"
"No."
She studied him for a moment, scenting a mystery somewhere and
guessing that he would not speak of it. And she asked no questions. She
said not a word and merely bowed her head and started to apply the
salve with delicate touches. For the result, a confession of all his
troubles tumbled up the big man's throat to his tongue. He had to set his
teeth to keep it back.
She became aware of those cold, incurious eyes studying her face as
she wrapped the gauze bandage deftly around the injured palms.
"Why do you watch me so closely?"

It disarmed him. Those possibilities of tenderness came about his
stiff-set lips, and the girl wondered.
"I was thinkin' about my home town."
"Where is it?"
He frowned and waved his hand in a sweep which included half the
points on the compass.
"Back there."
She waited, wrapping up the gauze bandage.
"When I was a kid, I used to go down to the harbor an' watch the ships
comin' in an' goin' out," he went on cautiously.
She nodded, and he resumed with more confidence: "I'd sit on the
pierhead an' watch the ships. I knew they was bringing the smell of far
lands in their holds."
There was a little pause; then his head tilted back and he burst into the
soft, thick brogue: "Ah-h, I was afther bein' woild about the schooners
blowin' out to sea wid their sails shook out like clouds. An' then I'd
look down to the wather around the pier, an' it was green, deep green,
ah-h, the deep sea-green av it! An' I would look into it an' dream. Whin
I seen your eyes--"
He stopped, grown cold as a man will when he feels that he has laid his
inner self indecently bare to the eye of the world. But she did not stir;
she did not smile.
"I felt like a kid again," said Harrigan, recovering from the brogue.
"Like a kid sittin' on the pierhead an' watchin' the green water. Your
eyes are that green," he finished.
Self-consciousness, the very thing which she had been trying to keep
the big sailor from, turned her blood to fire. She knew the quick color
was running from throat to cheek; she knew the cold, incurious eye

would note the change. He was so far aware of the alteration that he
rose and glanced at the door.
"Good-by," she said, and then quite forgetting herself: "I shall ask the
captain to see that you are treated like a white man."
"You will not!"
"I beg your pardon?" she said, but the hint of insulted dignity was lost
on Harrigan.
"You will not," he repeated. "It'd simply make him worse."
She was glad of the chance to be angry; it would explain her
heightening color.
"The captain must be an utter brute."
"I figger he's nine tenths man, an' the other tenth devil, but there ain't
no human bein' can change any of them ten parts. Good-by. I'm
thankin' you. My name's Harrigan."
She opened the door for him.
"If you wish to have that dressing changed, ask for Miss Malone."
"Ah-h!" said Harrigan. "Malone!"
She explained coldly: "I'm Scotch, not Irish."
"Scotch or Irish," said Harrigan, and his head tilted back as it always
did when he was excited. "You're afther bein' a real shport, Miss
Malone!"
"Miss Malone," she repeated, closing the door after him, and vainly
attempting to imitate the thrill which he gave to the word. "What a
man!"
She smiled for a moment into space and then pulled the cord for the

cabin boy.
CHAPTER 5
The cabin boy did duty for all the dozen passengers, and therefore he
was slow in answering. When he appeared, she asked him to carry the
captain word that she wished to speak with him. He returned in a short
time to say that Captain McTee would talk with her now in his cabin.
She followed aft to the captain's room. He did not rise when she entered,
but turned in his chair