With the first real throb of the engine the electric running lights gleamed out.
Aft Conlon began to stir.

Then he opened his eyes.
"What---" he began.
"Silence!" commanded Mr.Renshaw.
"Tell me who's at the wheel ?" Conlon begged.
"Mr.Reade," replied the superintendent, dryly.

"Now, keep still!" "Whew---ew---ew!" whistled Conlon, in dire dismay.

Then he sank back, watching the engine with moody eyes.

The other three men aft still slept.
Presently Tom, in shifting his position, touched one foot lightly against the foreman's head.