The centrifugal force of the whirling mtb sent a fifty-gallon drum dancing across the water to the full length of a long rope.
The pirates scrambled to cover against this new menace as the mtb swept by.
Rick put the mtb on a curving course that would take them completely around the island, about a hundred yards offshore.
Rick swung the mtb onto an easterly course without another word.
Gradually he opened the throttles until, at a safe distance from the island, the mtb was moving at full-cruising speed.
He hauled it to the stern of the mtb and attached the line to a cleat.
The mtb moved with gathering speed, following the clear path indicated by the searchlight.
If the mtb got within swimming distance, the pirates would see it.
The pirates made no move to follow the mtb on its curving course around their battle line.
Rick heard the mtb's horn let go with a long blast, and he rose high out of the water to look.