She was headed in the direction of the raft, and Mr.
Gilder knew that, owing to those ill-timed blows, it had been discovered.

Yes.

Now he could see it again.

There it was, not a hundred yards away, and the _Whatnot_ was headed so as to intercept it as it came down.

What should he do?
It would be foolish to struggle for possession of the wheel against the two desperate men in the pilot-house.