The four mariners instantly declared that he was right.

Churchill even went so far as to say that he had known it was the _Lusitania_ all the time; that he could always tell her by her funnels.

Innes, who was seated in the stern and filling his position to the limit, acknowledged that for an instant--oh, the merest fraction of a second!--he had thought the steamer was the _Ne'er-do-well_, Berlin to Kansas City, but that he had seen his mistake almost instantly! By which time, the _Priscilla_, New York to Fall River, had passed out of sight, and Marvin, merely tipping the boat until the water ran in a bit over one side, just as a mark of esteem, swam off before Guild could reach him with the broken oar.
Tom and Williams were paddling about not far off the landing, Tom floating on his back most of the time and complaining about the temperature of the water, when Norton swam up, puffing and blowing.
"Where's Steve ?" asked Tom.

Norton nodded toward the Long Island shore.
"Somewhere out there," he answered.

"He was too much for me.