"We're getting out of the channel," he said to Harry.

"Watch for sand-bars." He slipped the clutch in again and again disengaged it.

The two boats were some twenty yards apart now and the men on the _Follow Me_ were observing the newcomers unblinkingly from the cockpit.
Steve leaned over the rail and sent a hail across.

"_Follow Me_, ahoy!" he called.

"We'll trouble you for that boat, please." For a moment there was no answer.