"Got the boat anyway," chuckled Wink.

"We can scare 'em even if we can't pot 'em! Better back up a little, Steve.

I don't want to bust our flag-pole." Once more the _Adventurer_ increased the distance between her and the adversary, and once more the engine beneath their feet relapsed into a quiet purr as the load was taken off again.
"If it wasn't that we'd bust the _Follow Me_," exclaimed Steve savagely, "I'd ram them! They're knocking our paint off and breaking our glass and raising the dickens!" Wink glanced across the deck.

Steve, his revolver laid on the floor beside him, was knotting a handkerchief about his hand with his teeth.
"Hello!" exclaimed Wink.

"Did they get you!" "No, it's only a piece of glass.