The three-cornered sail was shifted to meet the following breeze and soon the _Catspaw_ was wallowing along slowly but, as it seemed, in a determined way at the rate of, perhaps, three miles an hour.

Perry, protected by a slicker, seated himself on the windlass and felt very important.

Now and then someone aboard one of the cruisers waved a hand and Perry waved superbly back.

Those cruisers were a long way off in case of danger, he reflected once, but he decided not to let his mind dwell on the fact.
Joe found that the wheel of the _Catspaw_ required a good deal more attention than that of the _Adventurer_, and his arms were fairly tired by the time he yielded his place to the impatiently eager Wink.
Steering the _Catspaw_ with the sea almost up to her deck line was a good deal like steering a scow loaded with pig-iron, Joe decided.

Not, of course, that he had ever steered a scow of any sort, but he had imagination.
The _Adventurer_ and _Follow Me_ were heading West Southwest one-fourth West to pass Boon Island to starboard, and Kittery Point lay some thirty miles away.