Lehner, P. 1964 32 Oct. 13 - continued we quickly lost confidence in our new helmsman when he couldn't find out where the gears were, which way to twist the throttle, how to get out of the surge channel, and his finally changing sides of the raft to operate the throttle with two hands; with Ben's teeth clenched together and our confidence at an all time low we approached the incoming surf, tightened our life-jackets and got a firmer hold on both the raft and our courage; the surf was only 4-5 ft. high, but when we reached the crest of one wave and the motor began to sputter Binion and I both instinctively yelled "gun it" at which Ben said, "don't worry" through clenched teeth; we made it through and to the ship where we piled the wet gear, ate and sacked out for 12 hrs. of hard earned sleep; we were now headed for Bikar a day early and would reach their tomorrow at mid-morning.