You'll hear the sirens directly, when they begin to move down." Quest led the way quickly to the edge of the wharf.

There was a small tug there, the crew of which were just making her fast for the night.
"Fifty dollars if you'll take us out to the _Durham_ and catch her before she sails," Quest shouted to the man who seemed to be the captain.

"What do you say ?" The man spat out a plug of tobacco from his mouth.
"I'd take you to hell for fifty dollars," he answered tersely.

"Step in.
We'll make it, if you look quick." They clambered down the iron ladder and jumped on to the deck of the tug.
The captain seized the wheel.

The two men who formed the crew took off their coats and waistcoats.
"Give it her, Jim," the former ordered.