For one horrid moment the _Adventurer_ hung with her propeller churning the sand, and then shook herself free and lunged forward again.
Shouts of relief went up and a smile of triumph came to Steve's face as he pulled her back into the course and slipped into deeper water.

The _Follow Me_ was still a good eighth of a mile ahead and swinging northward around the curve of beach.

"They're going to make for Newburyport," said Steve.

"Watch them try to get me into trouble now, Joe." "How do you mean ?" "They're keeping in close to shore.

See?
Look on the chart." "I see twelve little black crosses about there.