They saw Harry Corwin, at the wheel of the _Follow Me_, lower his head to speak to his brother in the engine room.

The _Follow Me_ began to forge ahead again, slowly but certainly.
"Give her more gas, Steve," begged Perry.

"We can't have a little old 'puffing pig' of a boat like that walking away from us.

Look at those idiots grin!" "And watch them change their faces," laughed Steve as he drew the throttle forward another two or three notches.

Under the hatches the engine uttered a new note and a quick jarring became felt.