The Motor Boys on the Atlantic; or, The Mystery of the Lighthouse by Clarence Young
CHAPTER VII
"THERE SHE BLOWS"
"What's the matter?" cried Jerry.
"Don't know," replied Bob. "Something's broken."
"It's the batteries or magneto," Ned exclaimed. "There's no spark!"
"Quick! Throw on the new set of batteries I put in," called Jerry."Lively now! Maybe she'll explode without cranking!"
Bob shoved over the switch that Jerry had provided for just such anemergency. There was a click, a little spurt of green fire as the twopieces of copper came together, and, with a sound like a gun, theengine resumed its revolutions. A charge in one of the cylinders hadexploded, and had turned the fly wheel over, just in time to render itunnecessary to crank up.
"Hurrah! She's off!" cried Ned.
With a quick motion Jerry threw the engine back on first speed, as hewanted to give it a chance to work up before he called on it for aharder effort.
But the accident was likely to prove dear to the _Dartaway_. One ofthe boats in the rear had almost caught up to her, and the _Snail_ wasa good five lengths ahead.
"We've got to strain everything now," said Jerry grimly. "It's a smallchance but we'll take it."
Quickly he speeded up the engine, giving the cylinders all the gasolenethey would take, and he also began to advance the spark.
As soon as he could he threw in the third speed gear. The _Dartaway_responded nobly, and fairly shot through the water. The _Snail's_ leadwas cut down by one length.
One advantage the accident gave was the bringing into use of freshbatteries. This gave a better and hotter spark, and rendered theexplosions more powerful. Jerry saw this, and his heart rejoiced.
Notch by notch he shoved the two levers around and the boat increasedher speed. Those in the _Snail_ looked back apprehensively.
"We'll catch you yet," Jerry murmured. "How's she running, Ned?"
"Couldn't be better."
"Don't spare the oil, and keep low down. We're right against the windnow, and everything counts."
Slowly but surely the _Dartaway_ was overhauling the _Snail_. Inch byinch she crept up. Now the leading boat was but two lengths ahead. Butthe last stake was close at hand. Five minutes more and the race wouldbe over. There was a big lead to cut down in a short time.
Jerry shut his teeth tightly. It was if he, himself, was running therace, and was determined to win or die. He gave one look towards thestake-boat and another at _Snail_, and then shoved the sparking leverover as far as he dared, at the same time giving the cylinders theutmost gasolene they could take without being choked and floated.
It was the last effort, the utter limit to which the _Dartaway_ couldbe pushed.
The craft responded, as if knowing what was required of her. She seemedto rise like a bird under the increased impulse, and to fairly skimover the water. She darted ahead, and, with hearts that beat high withhope, the boys saw her creep past the stern of the _Snail_, until thebows of the two boats were once more even.
The stake was three hundred feet ahead. The _Dartaway_ must do an inchor two better if she was to win. Those aboard the _Snail_ were doingtheir utmost to get another revolution or two from their engine.
Jerry and his companions almost held their breaths. They peered overthe side to see what their rivals were doing. They saw them franticallyoiling the levers and cams.
"Only an inch! Only an inch!" Jerry whispered under his breath. "Onlyan inch and we can beat 'em!"
Then, whether it was that the _Dartaway_ heard the cry and responded,or whether the _Snail's_ engine went back on the boat, no one couldtell, but the _Dartaway_ shot ahead, several inches. There was anexultant cheer from the three boys. There was a corresponding groanfrom those on the _Snail_. There was a great shout from the spectators.
An instant later the _Dartaway_ crossed the line a winner.
What a shrill tooting of whistles there was! What a chorus of shoutsand yells! What a sound of gasolene engines exploding on all sides toadd to the din.
_Bang!_ it was a cannon on the _Three Bells_, fired in honor of thevictor.
_Bang!_ spoke the _Dartaway's_ ordnance in reply.
Then there were more cheers and yells. Jerry, in answer to a signal,slowed down his craft and put it over to the _Three Bells_, where thejudges were. The _Snail_ followed.
"A good race and well managed," said Captain Jenkinson. "I thought youboys were out of it when your engine stopped. How did you manage it?"
Jerry told him of the extra batteries, and was congratulated for hisforethought.
"You certainly have a fine boat," the captain of the _Snail_ said,as he shook hands with Jerry and his chums. "You beat us fairly andsquarely."
"Yes, and here's your reward," said Captain Jenkinson, as he handedJerry a beautiful silver cup. "May it be an incentive to you and yourcomrades to win many more races."
"Speech! Speech!" cried several. The judges' boat was surrounded by ascore of craft, which hemmed in the _Dartaway_ and the _Snail_.
"I can't make a speech," Jerry stammered. "But I want to thank you allfor allowing us to take part in this race, and if any one wants to haveanother try for the cup, why he can, that's all."
"Hurrah!" yelled the crowd.
"I may take you up on that offer," said Captain Jones, owner of the_Snail_. "I believe I can beat you yet."
"You're welcome to try," Jerry answered.
The boys were hardly able to realize their good luck. They had snatchedthe race from defeat, and the skillful way in which they had managedtheir boat brought them much praise.
There were several other aquatic events that afternoon. It was a sortof opening of the summer season at Harmon Beach, which was quitea resort for those who loved the sea. The boys did not stay long,however, as Jerry was anxious to show his mother the cup he and hischums had won.
As the boys were fastening their boat to the dock, they heard a noisein the shelter house. At first they thought it might be Mrs. Hopkins,who had come down to meet them. But they heard a hoarse voice singing:
"Oh it's blow, blow, blow! And to Davy's locker we'll go. For a stormy night Is my delight; And I love the hail and snow!"
An instant later a short, stout man, with one eye, a grizzled beard,rather ragged clothes, the trousers of which he kept hitching up, whilehe rolled his lone optic around in a strange fashion, came out on thedock from the boathouse.
"What ho! my hearties!" he cried. "Avast, messmates!"
"Who are you?" asked Jerry.
"Salt Water Sam. A relic of the deep seas."
"Glad to see you," remarked Bob. The lads took the old man for aharmless character, and paid little attention to him. For a while SaltWater Sam regarded the boys with his one eye, and then, singing hisverse once more, he walked off with a rolling gait.
"Old sailor," said Ned. "I'd like to know him."
"You'll probably have a chance. He seems to make himself at home,"remarked Jerry.
For several days after this the boys only made short trips about thecove in their boat. They took Mrs. Hopkins out, and she enjoyed thelittle cruises very much. Jerry wanted to take her out on the ocean butshe would not hear of it. She said she was afraid the boat would swamp.
"You'd ought to have been with us the other night," said Jerry. "Iguess that would have scared you."
"Don't you ever take such risks again," cautioned Mrs. Hopkins, andthe boys promised they would not. But boys are very forgetful.
The _Dartaway_ was now fully equipped "from anchors to apricots," asBob said. He had superintended putting aboard a quantity of provisionsincluding the canned fruit which, he said, could be used in case ofemergency.
One afternoon, as the boys were cruising near shore, they saw afisherman's boat come in. It was the kind of craft with a small engine,called a "kicker," in it, to be used in case of calm.
As it tied up alongside of a small public dock, the boys could see,by the manner of the men, that something had happened. They were muchexcited.
"What's the
"There's a whale off shore," replied the captain. "We found our netsall ripped up, and, as we were wondering what did it, we saw a bigwhale spout, close by."
"What's that? A whale?" cried a hoarse voice, and the boys saw SaltWater Sam come rolling down to the dock. "A whale! Shiver my timbers,there she blows!" he cried, seeming to get excited at the mention ofthe name. "Let me get at him. Many a one I've harpooned!"