CHAPTER XIV
THE STORM
Mr. Ronald’s appearance on deck was the signal for a jubilant shout from Dorothy, Molly and Jim.
“Now we’ll be off again in a jiffy!” Molly cried. “I can see it in Mr. Ronald’s face.”
“Which only goes to show that looks are really deceiving,” returned the owner of the yacht, good-naturedly.
“What!” cried Dorothy, while Molly gave vent to a disappointed, “Oh!”
“Do you mean that the engineer hasn’t yet got to the seat of the trouble?” queried Dr. Sterling.
“I regret to say that his efforts are not meeting with the success we had hoped for, and as we are slowly drifting in toward the beach, with only a few feet of water under our keel, we shall be forced to drop anchor, pending further developments in the engine-room.”