"Hullo, what are you two doing here?" questioned the new arrival, looking the boys over keenly.
"Are you Mr. Farnum?" asked Benson.
"Yes. Well?"
"Mr. Pollard put us to work here, Mr. Farnum."
"Oh! That's all right, then," replied the owner of the yard, amiably, and entered the conning tower.
"Tumble down here, you two lazy young roustabouts!" sounded Owen's voice a few minutes later.
"We seem to have made a hit with our foreman, don't we?" chuckled
Jack to his chum.
"Mr. Owen," Pollard was saying to the foreman, as the boys rejoined the crew below, "we can't stand the ringing of hammers all the time, so, for the next job, I think you'd better fit some of the feed pipes connecting the gasoline tanks with the motor."
"All right, sir," replied Josh Owen, briefly. He turned to order Jaggers and O'brien to bring forward one of the longer pieces of feed pipe. This the foreman helped to fit in place.
"Mr. Pollard," reported Owen, soon, "this pipe is a small botch on the part of the contractor."