CHAPTER XXVI
HE HAS AN IDEA WHICH SUGGESTS ANOTHER
In the morning, after grub line-up, they lost no time in going to the pump. Here, at least, was something to occupy Tom’s mind and afford Archer fresh material for banter.
“D’I tell you how I was kiddin’ the niggerr we had in the life boat—when it was leakin’?”
“No,” said Tom, ready for anything.
“Told him to bore anotherr hole so the waterr could get out again. Did I tell you ’bout——”
“Here we are, let’s take a look at the engine,” said Tom.
It was one of those one-cylinder kickers, about two horse power, and had an independent disposition.
“Know what I think would be the best thing for it?” said the chief engineer. “Dynamite. D’I tell you ’bout the sharrk eatin’ a bomb?”
“Is there any gas in the tank?” said Tom.