"There are more ways of killing a cat than by choking it with cream," was his cryptic remark. "What would you say if I told you that in an hour's time we, will have every drop of water out of the yacht, and that following that we will have her afloat again at high-water."
"That you are a marvel."
"Well, it's going to happen—come with me."
Frank led the way to the engine-room.
"Luckily I know something about marine engines since we took that trip on the gun boat in Nicaragua."
He examined the gauges. They showed sixty pounds of steam still in the boilers.
"Not much—but enough," was Frank's comment. He then turned to two valve wheels on the working platform and started to screw them up.
"What in the world are you doing?" asked Harry.
"Closing the sea-cocks which were opened by Al Davis, the former bos'n, in revenge for a blow Luther Barr struck him when the ship went aground," was Frank's astonishing reply.
"But how in thunder do you know about that?"