"We must put out that fire!" came from Captain Broadbeam. "Man the fire hose and send word to the engine room to turn on the water!"
His orders were obeyed as quickly as possible.
Yet everything takes time, and before the hose could be brought into play the cook's galley was a mass of flames from beginning to end.
The wind was blowing the sparks directly forward, so the captain had the ship swung round, that the fire might be carried largely over the side.
A bucket corps was formed and they, too, poured all the water possible on the conflagration.
It was fierce, hot work, and for some time it looked as if the fire would get the best of the workers and destroy the Swallow.
Small wonder then that Amos Fearless and Dave were for the time being forgotten.
Ten minutes went by—twenty minutes—and both began to grow desperate.
"We must perish!" groaned Dave.
Amos Fearless shook his head, dismally.