They'll be able to plug us in another minute or so." "You'd all better beat it," said Steve.

"If the bullets begin to fly again someone will get hurt." Slowly but certainly the bow of the _Adventurer_ crept up on the _Follow Me's_ stern.

Some sixty feet of water divided them.

Beyond the black cruiser lay the long yellow beach, dazzling in the noonday sunlight.

Suddenly the _Follow Me's_ bow turned straight for the breakers and Steve gave a cry..