You'd better get back into the inlet with that craft of yours." "Save your breath to cool your coffee," shouted Sam Redding back at him, across the fifty feet or so of water that lay between the two boats.

"We know what we are about." "But you're risking your lives," shouted Merritt.

"That thing wouldn't live ten minutes in any kind of a sea." "Well, we're not such a bunch of old women as to be scared of a little wetting," jeered Jack Curtiss.

"So long! We've got no time to wait for that old tub of yours." Before the boys could voice any more warnings, the hydroplane, which had been slowed down, dashed off once more.
"I don't know what we are to do," spoke up Merritt.

"We can't compel them to go in, and, after all, the captain may be mistaken." "No, I'm not, my son," rejoined the veteran.