"Why not? The pump is clearing her fast."
"Is it?" grumbled Pandrick, shaking his head.
"Of course it is!" exclaimed Darry, with some exasperation. "Don't be an Old Man of the Sea."
"That's exactly what I am, Mr. Darry," said the skipper. "I'm so old a hand at sea that I'm always looking for trouble. I confess it. And I see trouble—and work for all hands—right here."
"What do you mean?" asked Jessie, who chanced to be by. "The pump works all right just as Darry says, doesn't it?"
"But, by gorry!" ejaculated the skipper, "it looks as though we were just pumping the whole Atlantic through her seams."
"Goodness! What do you mean?" Jessie demanded.
"You think she is leaking?" asked Darry, in some trouble.
"Bilge ain't clean water like that," answered Pandrick. "That's as clear as the sea itself. Mind you! I don't say she leaks more'n enough to keep her sweet. But if those pumps don't suck purt' soon, I shall have my suspicions."
"Darry!" ejaculated Jessie, "your yacht is falling apart. What are we going to do?"