We'll get him!" Jimmie Dale's lips thinned.

It was true! If the other boat had any speed at all, it was only a question of time before he would be overtaken.
The only point at issue was how much time.

It was dark--that was in his favour--but it was not so dark but that a boat could be distinguished on the water for quite a distance, for a longer distance than he could hope to put between them.

There was no chance of eluding the police that way! The keen, facile brain that had saved the Gray Seal a hundred times before was weaving, planning, discarding, eliminating, scheming a way out--with death, ruin, disaster the price of failure.

His eyes swept the dim, irregular outline of the shore.