"You've guessed it," he nodded.
"But there must be some way we can manage it," argued Dorothy. "You can't keep on much longer. Your legs will give out and then we'll go under anyway."
Bill hesitated a moment. "Well, all right, let's try it--but it's no cinch, as you'll find out."
"That's O.K. with me. Come on--orders, please--and let's go!"
Chapter III
A WILD RIDE
"Hey, not so fast," laughed Bill. "First of all, will you please step into the cabin, and in the second locker on your right you'll find a helmet and a phone-set. Bring them out here. This shouting is making us both hoarse and we'll soon be as deaf as posts from the noise of the motor."
"Aye, aye, skipper," breezed Dorothy, and disappeared aft.
In a minute or two she returned with the things he had asked for. Bill showed her how to adjust the receivers of the phone set over the ear flaps of her helmet. Then reaching for the head set at the other end of the connecting line, he put it on and spoke into the mouthpiece which hung on his chest.
"Much better, isn't it?" he asked in a normal tone.
"It certainly is. I can hear you perfectly," she declared into her transmitter. "--What next?"