"What am I to steer for now?
Shall I make her follow the Bellevite ?" "Head her off to the north-east," replied Christy, opening the binnacle.
But he might as well have opened the book of the black art to Percy, for he could not steer by compass.

Christy got the Leopard on her new course, by which she would come somewhere near intercepting the Bellevite; and then he found an object on the shore, many miles distant, for the guidance of the pilot.
But the long-boat was now almost within hailing-distance of the Leopard.
Major Pierson was certainly aware that the tug was under way, and he made the most energetic demonstrations for her to stop her screw.
Suddenly the Bellevite changed her course again, and run directly towards the tug.
This movement was apparently noticed by the major; for his men doubled their efforts at the oars, pulling for the Leopard.

The boat was then out of the trough of the sea, and its progress was much better.

Then the Bellevite changed her course again; and it was impossible to determine what she intended to do, though possibly she was following a crooked channel.
"Leopard, ahoy!" shouted Major Pierson; and he was near enough now to be distinctly heard.
"In the boat!" returned Christy, though he knew the parley could amount to nothing.
"Stop her!" yelled the major.
"Not yet!" replied the acting captain.
"Stop, or I will fire into you!" "I'm not going to stand here and be shot down!" exclaimed Percy.

"My brother don't know that I am at the wheel, and I shall be the first one to get hit." Christy could not blame Percy for not wishing to be shot by the party under his brother's command; and he had no more relish for being shot himself, quite in sight of his father's steamer.