The passengers gathered round him and plied him with eager questions.
"Now, what is wanted?" asked one of them, with a laugh.
"The lives of all on board depend upon our exertions," Hal answered. "With good weather we need not fear, but if the gale blows up again, the Mohican may very easily go to the bottom. That rent has opened again, and must be closed. Will anyone help me do it?"
He looked round at the group of passengers, and was rewarded with an emphatic nod from each.
"We shall all be there," said Mr. Brindle. "And when the rent is patched, what follows?"
"The cylinder covers should be taken off and the piston-rods and cranks removed. I fancy I know enough about engines to instruct you, and if not, we must wait till to-morrow."
"Perhaps I could help you there," remarked Mr. Brindle. "On the plantations in Cuba a trained engineer is a rarity. As a consequence, one becomes something of an expert one's self. Many a time I have had to effect some minor repair, so that I have picked up some knowledge of machinery. Now, when shall we come?"
"As soon after breakfast as possible, and I would suggest that you bring more blankets."
"Very well, Marchant. We'll divide into two parties as before, and you can expect the first in a quarter of an hour."
Hal thanked him, and left the saloon. Then he went for'ard, and looked up the carpenter.