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The engine roared as Frank Hardy opened the throttle and bore down on the helm of the Sleuth.
The grip of the current about the reef was so strong that, for a moment, it seemed that the motorboat could not fight against it. Then, slowly, the craft swung about, seemed to remain motionless for a moment, and then began to forge ahead, away from the reef.