“Don’t come too close!” warned the fisherman. “Can you put it in a can and toss it to me? That’s the best way.”
“I’ll try,” promised Cora, as she cut off all power. The Pet was now drifting, rising and falling on the swells. Belle looked very pale, and Bess was holding her.
“Find something, and run some gasoline into it from the carbureter drip,” directed Cora, as she clung to the wheel.
“What shall I find?” asked Bess.
“Would an empty olive bottle do?” asked Eline.
“The very thing!” cried Cora. “Has it a cork?”
“Yes, and one olive in it.”
“Throw out the olive, and poke your handkerchief down in the bottle to dry it out before you put in the gasoline. Even a drop of the salt water the olives come in will make trouble in the gasoline. Hurry!”
“Look out!” cried the fisherman. “Fend off!”
“You’d better do it!” directed Cora. “We have no boat hook!”