“Good for you, Girl!” he exclaimed. “Where did you do it? At the tank?”
“No. Unfortunately the valve is at the carburetter. Oh,” she continued, “we must get the papers!”
Orme turned to Porter. “Are you willing to take a risk?” he asked.
“Anything in reason.” The life-saver grinned. “Of course, I don’t understand what’s going on, but I’ll back you.”
“This is a good, stout tub we are in.” Orme hesitated. “I want you to ram her nose into that other boat.”
Porter shook his head.
“That’s going pretty far,” he said. “I don’t know that there is warrant for it.”
“It won’t need to be a hard bump,” Orme explained. “I don’t want to hurt the fellow.”
“Then why——?”
“To frighten him into giving up some papers.”