"Keep her up!" yelled Ben to Bluewater Bill, who sat grimly at the wheel affixed to the cabin bulkhead.
"I can't!" roared back Bill against the fury of the wind.
"What's the matter?"
"The engine's broke down, I guess; anyhow, she don't answer her helm,
I can't get steerageway on her."
As he spoke a huge sea crashed broadside on against the Bolo, shaking her as an angry mother shakes a child, and sending a great volume of green water tumbling aboard.
"We've got to do something and do it quick or we'll be swamped," thought Ben to himself.
He banged on the top of the closed companion slide.
It was drawn back from inside and Harry's head appeared.
"Did we strike anything, Ben?" he asked.
"No, youngster, but a wave struck us and that's near as bad. What's the matter with the engine?"