Try as he might, Jerry could not get the engine started again, and they were forced to come to a stop at a small dock which the boys had made to accommodate their craft when they camped on the island. Then, as the afternoon waned, Jerry and his chums did everything they could think of to get going again, but it was of no use.
“We’re marooned!” exclaimed Bob, gloomily, as he looked across to the mainland through the gathering shadows. “Marooned on the island, and not a bite to eat!”
[CHAPTER IX]
NODDY PACKS UP
“What are we going to do about it?”
“Can we stay here all night?”
Thus Bob and Ned questioned Jerry, who stood silently regarding the stalled motor. The tall lad did not answer at once.
“Kinder balked on you; has she, son?” asked Mr. Brill, softly. He and Jim Nestor had, with the others, disembarked from the Dartaway.
“Sort of,” admitted Jerry, with something like a frown on his face. “And I can’t understand it.”