Bohannan angrily pushed the spokes over again the other way.
"I stick!" he growled.

"I've said the last word of this sort you'll ever hear me utter.

Full speed ahead--to Paradise--or Hell!" They said no more.

The launch split her way swiftly toward the north.
By the vague, ghostly shimmer of light upon the waters, a tense smile appeared on the steersman's lips.

In his dark eyes gleamed the joy which to some men ranks supreme above all other joys--that of bending others to his will, of dominating them, of making them the puppets of his fancy.
Some quarter hour the racer hummed upriver.