To his right, in the opposite direction from where he had left his car, and perhaps a mile ahead, as well as he could judge, the land seemed to run out into a point.

Jimmie Dale headed for it instantly.

If he could reach it with a little lead to the good, there was a chance! It would take, say, six minutes, granting the boat a speed of ten miles an hour--and she could do that.

The others could hardly overtake him in that time--they hadn't got started yet.

He could hear them still shouting and talking at the wharf.