“What makes you think so?”
“Because of the wind. It has never let down a minute since they started. If they lost no time at Spencer's, they could have done it easily.”
“That's what I thought. Will you take the wheel and pilot us into Burnt Cove?”
“Sure, if you want me to.”
Dick took the wheel. The fifth sailor spoke up. “You can't do that, sir.”
“Can't do what?” said Beveridge.
“Take the wheel, sir. Powers is to keep the wheel. That's the orders.”
“There's nobody but me giving orders here.”
“Sorry, sir; but Powers has got to keep the wheel.”
“We won't have any talk about this, young man. I'm a special agent of the United States Treasury Department, and I'm running this business. Powers can sit down.”