That gives six feet scant in the head of Murderer's Chute.

We can just barely rub through if we hit it exactly right.

But it's worth trying.

She don't dare tackle it!"-- meaning the Amaranth.
In another instant the Boreas plunged into what seemed a crooked creek, and the Amaranth's approaching lights were shut out in a moment.

Not a whisper was uttered, now, but the three men stared ahead into the shadows and two of them spun the wheel back and forth with anxious watchfulness while the steamer tore along.