Off the life-saving station the fleeing craft was scarcely a hundred yards in advance, and it became more and more certain that the boats would be on even terms long before the seven-mile stretch was half traversed.
Wink went below and summoned Harry Corwin down from his perch, much to the relief of Ossie, whose preparations for dinner had not been made easier by having to dive under the table every time he sought the ice-chest, and posted him at a port in the forward cabin.

"If they won't give up," he explained, "we'll have to go on plugging them.

I'll take it in the other cabin.

Better fire first from one port then from another.

That'll keep them guessing.