"For reasons of my own, which I cannot stop to explain, I don't wish to take this tug any nearer to the Bellevite; and I am going off in the boat after Dr.
Linscott.

But it looks now as though the boat would be smashed in pieces." "I should say that it would be," added Christy.

"If you will start the engine again, I think I can help you out of this difficulty." "How do you expect to do it ?" asked the major, who seemed to be incredulous on the point.
"If you will let me get the tug out of the trough of the sea, you can easily haul the boat up on the lee side of her," Christy explained.

"The steamer will shelter the water on that side of her." "Spikeley!" called the major, in a loud voice; and the engineer came out of his den.

"Start her up now." "Run her at about half speed, major," and the commandant repeated his direction to the engineer.
Christy retreated to the pilot-house, and threw over the wheel of the boat; so that, when the screw began to turn, the bow of the tug soon headed to the southward, which gave her the wind ahead.