There's a black-and-red spar buoy there, as you see, but we haven't sighted it.

Now, what I want to know is how the dickens we could have got a mile off our course to starboard.

Also, if we are off our course, where are we?
Unless we've slipped over the beach and got into that pond down there--" "_Steve! Back up! We're running on the rocks!_" It was the frenzied voice of Phil in the bow.

Steve thrust Joe aside and seizing the clutch put it quickly into neutral.
"Bring the boat-hook here!" shouted Phil.

"Reverse, Steve! Hard!" But Steve had already slammed the clutch into reverse and pulled down the throttle.