"I don't know these waters, and I suspect that they do.

They might manage to give us the slip as they did last night.

I guess when they find they can't get away they'll come to terms." Steve raised his head cautiously above the chart-box on his side and a bullet promptly ploughed through the frame of the open window in front of him and went singing astern.
"Rotten shooting," observed Wink, as Steve ducked to safety.

"Shall I give 'em one, Steve ?" Steve hesitated and then shook his head.

"What's the use?
You'd only plug a hole in the _Follow Me's_ cabin.