Muffled voices could be heard and sounds of movements as though one of the crew were going aft to the engine room. Again and again the noise reached Bob’s ears, but the motor would not take the spark properly.
After half an hour of this, some one banged a fist sharply against the other side of the door.
“Bob!” called the voice of Gaines.
“Well?” answered the young motorist.
“You’ll have to go and fix up the motor. I’ll be hanged if I can do it.”
“You’re running the boat,” said Bob. “Fix it up yourself.”
“I tell you it’s too many for me!”
“You ought to have thought that something like that might happen before you started out. You’re in trouble now, so get out of it the best you can.”
Bob, highly enjoying the situation, settled back on his cot.
“Something has got to be done quick,” cried Gaines, “for we’re in danger!”