It may be against our boat, though." "Neil, you go forward, too, will you ?" said Steve.

Neil joined Phil and for some minutes the _Adventurer_ stole quietly along through the grey void with little sound save the slow working of the engine below deck and the lazy thud of the propeller.

It was so quiet that when Perry suddenly worked the fog-horn Han almost fell over the wet rail on which he was sitting.

It was Ossie who broke the silence finally.
"Well, I guess we've got to eat, whether we run ashore or stay afloat.
I'm going to put some potatoes on." "All right," replied Steve quietly.

"But if you feel a bump, put out your alcohol flame the first thing you do, Ossie." "Sure, but you can bet I won't wait down there to see whether the potatoes are done!" "How about it, you chaps ?" asked Steve presently.
"Don't hear a thing," answered Phil.
"All right.