A VOICE IN THE NIGHT
Captain Jack stepped inside, with an exclamation, and gave the fly-wheel a twist.
“What’s wrong with the thing?” queried Bob Somers.
“Don’t know yet,” answered Jack, his tone betraying a trace of anxiety, “but I’ll find out in a jiffy—have to; the tide’s carrying us right out, and it’s a risky business floating around on the river at this time o’ night. Get outside, Joe, and keep your eyes peeled.”
Jack set to work. He first tested the batteries, and found them in working order, then examined the spark plugs.
“Nothing the matter there,” he remarked, in a perplexed tone.
“Feed pipe all right?” asked Aleck.
“Of course it’s all right.”
“How about the carburetor?” said Dave.
“Can’t see anything wrong with that; and I’m not going to take it apart unless I have to.”