“As though we’d catch a wiggling eel!”
Thus Ed began the quotation, and thus Walter ended it. The boys had been working in the motor boat, and had only now, after several hours, succeeded in getting it to respond to their labors. The motor started with a sound that “meant business,” as Jack expressed it.
“Let’s go for a run,” suggested Norton.
“Better wait for the girls–it’s their boat,” returned Walter.
“And we’d better pump some of the water out of her,” added Jack. “She leaks like a sieve.”
“Pump her out, and by the time the girls are here she’ll be ready,” spoke Walter.
“It was that carbureter all the while,” declared Ed. “I knew it was!”
“I was sure it was in the secondary coil,” came from Jack.
“And you couldn’t make me believe but what it was one of the spark plugs,” was Norton’s contribution. “But it was the carbureter, all right.”
“All wrong, you mean,” half grumbled Walter, whose hands were covered with grease and gasoline. “Some one had opened the needle valve too far.”