Part 25 (1/2)

”Get down on the floor, Tom!” yelled d.i.c.k, as he took in the situation.

”Maybe you can crawl out.”

Tom did as urged, and like a snake he attempted to crawl from his position of peril. But when he was only halfway he got stuck.

”I--I can't make it!” he panted, trying to worm along. ”I--I'm too big.”

”Can you go back--I see a door behind you,” said d.i.c.k.

Tom went back, and as he did this d.i.c.k ran out of the engine room and to one of the coal bunkers. Here was the door the eldest Rover had seen. It was closed and barred and somewhat rusty, and he had to exert all his strength to make it budge.

”Quick! quick!” came faintly from Tom. ”I can't stand this much longer!”

”This way out, Tom!” called d.i.c.k, as the door at last flew open. In the cloud of steam that rushed into the coal bunker d.i.c.k saw his brother faintly, and caught him by the arm and pulled him forward.

In a moment more both were safe.

”Sam, are you all right?” yelled d.i.c.k, rus.h.i.+ng again to the engineroom door proper.

”Whe--where's Tom?”

”Safe.”

”Oh! then I'll come out,” and Sam staggered into the fresh air.

”Mine cracious! vos der s.h.i.+p going to plow up!” gasped Hans, who had stood looking on with his hair standing on end.

”I don't think so,” answered d.i.c.k. ”The steam will soon blow itself away. You didn't have very much pressure; did you, Tom?”

”No, but it was too much when the pipe burst. Gos.h.!.+ I was afraid I was going to be boiled alive!” and he shuddered.

”It's about gone now,” came from Sam, who was watching at the doorway.

”It isn't hissing nearly as much as it did.” He was right, and presently the hissing ceased entirely. Then Sam, d.i.c.k, and Hans opened all the portholes and doors, to let out the steam, and soon the scare was over. But Tom felt ”shaky in the legs,” as he termed it, for some hours afterwards.

”I suppose I should have tested all those pipes and valves as soon as I had just a little steam,” said the fun-loving Rover. ”There is where I wasn't a good engineer. Well, one thing is certain, nothing gave way but the single pipe.”

”And that could happen on any steamer,” answered d.i.c.k. ”Any engine is liable to a breakdown of this kind. The question is, Are we machinists enough to repair the break? If we are not, then we'll have to let the steam power go and hoist some sails.”

”Oh, that would be slow work!” cried Sam. ”Let us try to fix the pipe. I saw some extra pieces in the tool room. Maybe one of them will fit.”

With the engine room cleared of steam they inspected the split pipe.

It was a piece exactly two feet long, and they looked over the pieces in the tool room and found one just half an inch shorter.

”I think that will do,” said d.i.c.k. ”We won't be able to couple it on quite so tightly as the other was but we can pack it well, and I guess it will last till we reach some port.”

The tool room was supplied with the necessary wrenches and all of the boys spent two hours in fitting in the new piece of pipe. Then they inspected the other pipes and the engine, but everything appeared to be in first-cla.s.s shape.

The fire had been allowed to die down while the repairs were going on, and was not started up again until the work had been completed.

”Say, don't I look like a n.i.g.g.e.r?” demanded Tom, as he put down some tools. ”If I don't, I feel black from head to foot.”

”You are certainly pretty grimy,” answered Sam, with a laugh. ”But I am that myself.”