"Nicolas, you're also good with a pair of oars.

Mr.Renshaw, you take the tiller.

Inform me instantly when you see the first gleam of the 'Morton's' search-light.

Evarts ought to have caught the scoundrels this time.

Evidently he's been cruising softly without showing a light." Mr.Renshaw gathered up the tiller ropes as Tom pushed off from the dock.
Then the chief engineer addressed himself to the task of rowing.