She is as sound as a
dollar."
"Are you crazy?" cried Harry, "why there's a lot of water in her
engine-room. She must have sprung a leak as big as a house."
Frank laughed.
"There are more ways of killing a cat than by choking it with
cream," was his cryptic remark. "What would you say if I told you
that in an hour's time we, will have every drop of water out of the
yacht, and that following that we will have her afloat again at
high-water."
"That you are a marvel."
"Well, it's going to happen--come with me."
Frank led the way to the engine-room.
"Luckily I know something about marine engines since we took that
trip on the gun boat in Nicaragua."
He examined the gauges. They showed sixty pounds of steam still in
the boilers.
"Not much--but enough," was Frank's comment. He then turned to two
valve wheels on the working platform and started to screw them up.
"What in the world are you doing?" asked Harry.
"Closing the sea-cocks which were opened by Al Davis, the former
bos'n, in revenge for a blow Luther Barr struck him when the ship
went aground," was Frank's astonishing reply.
"But how in thunder do you know about that?"
"Davis told me while you were trying to get something out of those
fellows who were all gabbling at once.
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