<h2 id="id01223" style="margin-top: 4em">CHAPTER 22</h2>
<p id="id01224" style="margin-top: 2em">But McTee, deep in thought, was walking from the bridge. He went
straight to the hole of the ship and questioned some of the firemen,
and they told him that Harrigan had done no work passing coal the day
before; Campbell, it appeared, had taken him for some special job. With
this tidings the Scotchman hastened back to Henshaw.</p>
<p id="id01225">"The game's slipping through our hands, captain," he said.</p>
<p id="id01226">"Harrigan?" queried Henshaw.</p>
<p id="id01227">"Aye. He didn't pass a shovelful of coal in the hole yesterday."</p>
<p id="id01228">"Tut, tut," answered the other with a wave of the hand. "I sent orders
to Campbell, and told him what sort of a man he could expect to find in
Harrigan."</p>
<p id="id01229">"I've just talked to the firemen. They say that Harrigan didn't handle
a single pound of coal. That ought to be final."</p>
<p id="id01230">Henshaw went black.</p>
<p id="id01231">"It may be so. I've given more rope to old Campbell than to any man
that ever sailed the seas with White Henshaw, and it may be he's using
the rope now to hang himself. We'll find out, McTee; we'll find out!
Where's Harrigan now?"</p>
<p id="id01232">"Gone below a while ago after he finished scrubbing down the bridge."</p>
<p id="id01233">"We'll speak with Douglas. Come along, McTee. There's nothing like
discipline on the high seas."</p>
<p id="id01234">He went below, murmuring to himself, with McTee close behind him.
Strange sounds were coming from the room of the chief engineer, sounds
which seemed much like the strumming of a guitar.</p>
<p id="id01235">"He's playing his songs," grinned Henshaw, and he chuckled noiselessly.
"Listen! We'll give him something to sing about—and it'll be in
another key. Ha-ha!"</p>
<p id="id01236">He tasted the results of his disciplining already, but just as he
placed his hand on the knob of the door, another sound checked him and
made him turn with a puzzled frown toward McTee. It was a ringing
baritone voice which rose in an Irish love song.</p>
<p id="id01237">"What the devil—" began Henshaw.</p>
<p id="id01238">"You're right," nodded McTee. "It's the devil—Harrigan. Open the
door!"</p>
<p id="id01239">The captain flung it open, and they discovered the two worthies seated
at ease with a black bottle and two glasses at hand. Campbell, in the
manner of a musical critic of some skill, leaned back in a chair with
his brawny arms folded behind his head and his eyes half closed.
Harrigan, tilted back in a chair, rested his feet on the edge of a
small table and swept the guitar which lay on his lap. In the midst of
a high note he saw the ominous pair standing in the door, and the music
died abruptly on his lips.</p>
<p id="id01240">He rose to his feet and nudged Campbell at the same time. The latter
opened his eyes and, glimpsing the unwelcome visitors, sprang up,
gasping, stammering.</p>
<p id="id01241">"What? Come in! Don't be standing there, Cap'n Henshaw. Come in and sit
down!"</p>
<p id="id01242">In spite of his bluster his red face was growing blotched with patches
of gray. Harrigan, less moved than any of the others, calmly replaced
the guitar in its green cloth case.</p>
<p id="id01243">"I sent this fellow down to be put at hard work," said Henshaw, and
waited.</p>
<p id="id01244">It was obvious to Harrigan that the chief engineer was in mortal fear.
He himself felt strangely ill at ease as he looked at White Henshaw
with his skin yellow as Egyptian papyrus from a tomb.</p>
<p id="id01245">"Just a minute, captain," began the engineer. "You sent Harrigan down
to the hole because he's considered a hard man to handle, eh?"</p>
<p id="id01246">Henshaw waited for a fuller explanation; he seemed to be enjoying the
distress of Campbell.</p>
<p id="id01247">"Just so," went on the Scotchman, "but there are two ways of handling a
difficult sailor. One is by using the club and the other by using
kindness. The club has been tried and hasn't worked very well with
Harrigan. I decided to take a hand with kindness. The results have been
excellent. I was just about—"</p>
<p id="id01248">His voice died away, for McTee was chuckling in a deep bass rumble, and<br/>
Henshaw was smiling in a way that boded no good.<br/></p>
<p id="id01249">The captain broke in coldly: "I've heard enough of your explanation,
Campbell. Send Harrigan down to the hole at once. We'll work him a
double shift today, for a starter."</p>
<p id="id01250">Campbell was trembling like a self-conscious girl, for he was drawn
between shame and dread of the captain.</p>
<p id="id01251">"Look!" he cried, and taking the hand of Harrigan, he turned it palm
up. "This chap has been brutally treated. He's been at work that fairly
tore the skin from the palms of his hands. One hour's work with a
shovel, captain, would make Harrigan useless at any sort of a job for a
month."</p>
<p id="id01252">"Which goes to show," said McTee, "that you don't know Harrigan."</p>
<p id="id01253">"I've heard what you have to say," said Henshaw. "I sent him down to
work in the hole; I come down and find him singing in your room. I
expect you to have him passing coal inside of fifteen minutes,
Campbell."</p>
<p id="id01254">Harrigan started for the door, feeling that the game had been played
out, and glad of even this small respite of a day or more from the
labor of the shovel. Before he left the room, however, the voice of
Campbell halted him.</p>
<p id="id01255">"Wait! Stay here! You'll do what I tell you, Harrigan. I'm the boss
belowdecks."</p>
<p id="id01256">It was a declaration of war, and what it cost Campbell no one could
ever tell. He stood swaying slightly from side to side, while he glared
at Henshaw.</p>
<p id="id01257">"You're drunk," remarked the captain coldly. "I'll give you half an
hour, Campbell, to come to your senses—but after that—"</p>
<p id="id01258">"Damn you and your time! I want no tune! I say the lad has been put
through hell and shan't go back to it, do you hear me?"</p>
<p id="id01259">Henshaw was controlling himself carefully, or else he wished to draw
out the engineer.</p>
<p id="id01260">He said: "You know the record of Harrigan?"</p>
<p id="id01261">"What record? The one McTee told you? Would you believe what Black<br/>
McTee says of a man he tried to break and couldn't?"<br/></p>
<p id="id01262">"My friend McTee is out of the matter. All that you have to do with is
my order. You've heard that order, Campbell!"</p>
<p id="id01263">"I'll see you in hell before I send him to the hole."</p>
<p id="id01264">Henshaw waited another moment, quietly enjoying the wild excitement of
the engineer like the Spanish gentleman who sits in safety in the
gallery and watches the baiting of the bull in the arena below.</p>
<p id="id01265">"I shall send that order to you in writing. If you refuse to obey then,<br/>
I shall act!"<br/></p>
<p id="id01266">He turned on his heel; McTee stayed a moment to smile upon Harrigan,
and then followed. As the door closed, Harrigan turned to Campbell and
found him sitting, shuddering, with his face buried in his hands. He
touched the Scotchman on the shoulder.</p>
<p id="id01267">"You've done your part, chief. I won't let you do any more. I'm
starting now for the hole."</p>
<p id="id01268">"What?" bellowed Campbell. "Am I no longer the boss of my engine room?
You'll sit here till I tell you to move! Damn Henshaw and his written
orders!"</p>
<p id="id01269">"If you refuse to obey a written order, he can take your license away
from you in any marine court."</p>
<p id="id01270">"Let it go."</p>
<p id="id01271">"Ah-h, chief, ye're afther bein' a thrue man an' a bould one, but I'd
rather stay the rest av me life in the hole than let ye ruin yourself
for me. Whisht, man, I'm goin'! Think no more av it!"</p>
<p id="id01272">Campbell's eyes grew moist with the temptation, but then the fighting
blood of his clan ran hot through his veins.</p>
<p id="id01273">"Sit down," he commanded. "Sit down and wait till the order comes. It's
a fine thing to be chief engineer, but it's a better thing to be a man.
What does Bobbie say?"</p>
<p id="id01274">And he quoted in a ringing voice: "A man's a man for a' that!"
Afterward they sat in silence that grew more tense as the minutes
passed, but it seemed that Henshaw, with demoniac cunning, had decided
to prolong the agony by delaying his written order and the consequent
decision of the engineer. And Harrigan, watching the suffused face of
Campbell, knew that the time had come when his will would not suffice
to make him follow the dictates of his conscience.</p>
<p id="id01275">All of which Henshaw knew perfectly well as he sat in his cabin filling
the glass of McTee with choice Scotch.</p>
<p id="id01276">They sat for an hour or more, chatting, and McTee drew a picture of the
pair waiting below in silent dread—a picture so vivid that Henshaw
laughed in his breathless way. In time, however, he decided that they
had delayed long enough, and took up pen and paper to write the order
which was to convince the dauntless Campbell that even he was a slave.
As he did so, Sloan, the wireless operator, appeared at the door,
saying: "The report has come, sir."</p>
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