"We were going to fill again in the morning." "How far can she go on that ?" "Not more than seventy at ordinary speed, I guess.

She's hard on gas." "Good! Then she'd have to put in at Gloucester or Newburyport or somewhere." "Unless she ducked into Boston Harbour," said Steve.

"I dare say she could tuck herself away somewhere there quite safely.

A coat of white paint would change her looks completely." "That's possible," agreed Phil, "but painting a boat of that size would take a couple of days, wouldn't it?
It doesn't seem to me that they'd want to take the chance." "Then your idea is that they're on their way to Portland ?" "Somewhere up there.

They'd argue that we wouldn't be likely to look for them so far away." "Well, here we are," said Steve.