Each time the verdict was: "She's a gaining!" The captain spoke through the tube: "What steam are You carrying ?" "A hundred and forty-two, sir! But she's getting hotter and hotter all the time." The boat was straining and groaning and quivering like a monster in pain.
Both pilots were at work now, one on each side of the wheel, with their coats and vests off, their bosoms and collars wide open and the perspiration flowing down heir faces.

They were holding the boat so close to the shore that the willows swept the guards almost from stem to stern.
"Stand by!" whispered George.
"All ready!" said Jim, under his breath.
"Let her come!" The boat sprang away, from the bank like a deer, and darted in a long diagonal toward the other shore.

She closed in again and thrashed her fierce way along the willows as before.

The captain put down the glass: "Lord how she walks up on us! I do hate to be beat!" "Jim," said George, looking straight ahead, watching the slightest yawing of the boat and promptly meeting it with the wheel, "how'll it do to try Murderer's Chute ?" "Well, it's--it's taking chances.

How was the cottonwood stump on the false point below Boardman's Island this morning ?" "Water just touching the roots." "Well it's pretty close work.