Dickie Lang turned quickly to Howard. "You keep off your feet, Tom," she said. "I might as well
start in. The boys from the Curlew ought to have been here long before this."
Gregory pressed forward. "Tell me what to do," he said.
The girl regarded him approvingly. "You can loosen the stud-bolts on the motor first. Come on," she said. "I'll show you."
Bandrist followed after them. "May I help?" he asked.
She shook her head with decision. "Two's as many as can conveniently work around the engine," she answered.
The work of tearing down the motor began at once. Gregory wore the skin from his knuckles in loosening the stud-bolts while Howard instructed him from the doorway how to take off the carburetor and rip up the feed-line. As they worked the girl made a rapid survey of the parts she desired to salvage.
"Some more of your friends?"
Bandrist pointed seaward where a dory was rounding the point and heading shoreward.
The girl acknowledged his words with a curt nod.