Teddy and Phil awakened at about the same time, having been disturbed by the unusual sounds.
"Now, what is the trouble?" exclaimed Phil.
"Something is going on, and here I am in bed," answered Teddy, tumbling out and throwing open the blinds.
He saw nothing unusual. The boat was slipping along, enveloped in a cloud of black smoke. The disturbance seemed to be on the other side of the vessel.
"Come on, Phil. Let's find out what it is all about.
Maybe the boat has struck a rock and we are sinking.
Wouldn't that be fun?"
"I don't see anything funny about that. It would be serious, and you and I would be out of a job for the rest of the season."
"Don't you care! I have money. Didn't I give you seven-fifty yesterday and still have some left?"
"Eight," grinned Phil.
By this time the boys had hurried out into the corridor, and thence to the deck.
"Well, what do you think of that?" howled Teddy.