“Neither do I. We’ll see if we can’t find some extra plugs.”
Together they began to rummage through the lockers of the boat. Tossed about as they were, slammed from side to side as the waves pitched the launch, they spent a hard fifteen minutes in the hunt.
“I don’t believe there are any,” said Bill despondently.
“Here’s a box we didn’t open!” cried Tom, as he saw a small one down in the bottom of a port locker. “Let’s try that!”
In another instant he had the cover off. There, in the beams of the lantern, he saw the gleam of white porcelain.
“Spark plugs!” cried Tom.
“New ones!” added Bill. “This is great. Now we’ll move!”
Quickly he adjusted the wires, but, before screwing the plugs in the top of the cylinders he tested them to see if there was no other break in the ignition system.
As the wheel was swung over there came a welcome buzz from the coil, and a tiny blue flame leaped from point to point of the spark plug, as it lay on top of the cylinder head.
“Hurray!” yelled Tom, above the roar of the wind.