"It will be a squeak as it is." Elsie had nervously clutched him by the arm.

All were moving back from the dangerous vicinity toward the other rail.
"A tug!" said Bart, who was standing near Merriwell.
The tug, which was a large one, seemed now fairly on top of them.

In size, it was as large or larger than the _Merry Seas_.

A collision of the two vessels would be a serious thing.
"We're going to strike, or scrape!" Frank warned, taking Inza and Elsie each by an arm.

"Brace for it!" Orders were being given, and the whistles were hoarsely blowing.