"Well, ain't that nice?
An' supposin' it don't suit me to hand over my boat to you?
Then what you goin' to do ?" "Take her," answered Steve quietly.

"There are twelve of us here and we've followed you all the way from Plymouth, and we aren't likely to let you bluff us off now.

Come on, now, what do you say ?" "Come on and take her, kids!" was the answer.

"We're scared to death!" The men thought that extremely funny, and laughed a lot over it.

Just then, Steve, leaning outboard over the railing, felt someone tug at his arm.
"Look at the middle port, Steve," whispered Phil.
Steve looked.