And at the same time, a tall lanky individual scowled as he bent over a small box in his state room and muttered: "I reckon the old man's spiked my guns in that direction."
CHAPTER IX.
A CLOSE CALL.
"My, but that water looks mighty inviting."
The Valkyrie was at anchor just outside a small cove of a small island not more than a couple of miles in circumference and nearly round in shape. It was late in the afternoon and the boat had limped to its present position some hours before with a badly cracked cylinder head. MacDonald, the engineer, had expressed the opinion that it would take the better part of two days to complete repairs.
It was scorching hot and only Bob and Jack were on deck, all the others except those working on the engine being below in their bunks where it was a bit cooler.
"It does look good," Jack agreed.
"How about a swim?"
"You said it."
Being dressed only in trowsers and shirt it was only a matter of seconds before they were in the water and for half an hour they swam and dived.