"Get at work on your spark, Conlon, and I'll throw the drive-wheel over for you.

Some of you men cast, off!" In a very short time the "Morton" was going "put-put-put" away from the dock.
Tom, after seeing that everything was moving satisfactorily, turned around to look at the four men huddled astern.
"Don't any of you go to sleep," he urged.

"A good part of our success depends on how well you all keep awake and use your eyes and ears." That said, Tom Reade hastened forward, stationing himself close to Evarts, who had the steering wheel.
Some of the men astern began to talk.
"Silence, if you please," Tom called softly.

"Don't talk except on matters of business.

We want to be able to use our ears.