Another shot followed.

"Got that one, too," he muttered.

"Can't see the other port from here, Steve.

Smokestack's in the way.

You try it." Steve tried and missed, the bullet knocking a long splinter from the edge of the cabin roof, and at the same moment a pistol aboard the _Follow Me_ barked and Perry, sitting crouched on one of the seats, uttered an exclamation.