“Well, Frank,” cried Clifford, “what do you think of it? Is it an irreparable matter?”
“No,” replied the young inventor, slowly; “yet, to tell the truth, she ought to go into the dry dock. The tank should be moved back and properly stayed.”
“Is it impossible to do that without going into the dry dock?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Then the game is up?”
“Not yet,” said Frank, hopefully, “there is a chance, I think we can readjust and straighten the tubes. If so, then we shall be all right.”
“But that will delay us!”
“Certainly!”
“For how long?”
“A day!”