"Throw your switch," Charley advised. Walter, recovering his wits, obeyed and the popping instantly ceased.
"Well, I made the engine go, anyway," he replied to Charley's jeers. "I'll get her going all right yet."
Again he threw the fly wheel only to have her rear back on the line.
"Don't tow the dock away," begged a fisherman. "We all live here. We don't want to lose our home."
"Tell you what to do, young fellow," advised another, "just change your rudder and put it on the other end."
Walter, very red in the face, threw off the switch.
"Throw the fly wheel over the other way and she'll go ahead," Charley said.
"Hump!" Walter grunted, as he realized his error, "why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Mr. Daniels wants us to find out such little things for ourselves," observed Charley, sweetly.
Walter laughed. "You're even with me now," he said. "Well, I guess, between us, we can learn to run her, but I guess we had better call it quits for to-day. It's getting late. Let's anchor her out for the night."