mist," said Sam. "Then perhaps we'll have some sunshine for a change."
"It's all right, if only it doesn't start to blow," answered Tom. "But you must remember that they have some pretty fierce storms down here."
The rain continued to come down as hard as ever and kept up until near noon. In the meantime, however, Sam and Tom got up enough steam to run the yacht at a low rate of speed.
"We can try her that way first," said Tom. "Then, if it's O. K., well give her a hundred pounds or so."
"Now, Tom, be careful of that engine!" pleaded Dick. "It won't do to monkey too much."
"Oh, I'll be careful, Dick. I don't want to be blown up any more than you do."
"Remember the old saying, 'The more haste the less speed,’" warned the big brother.
It was with a peculiar thrill that Dick took his place in the wheelhouse and rang the bell for the engine to start. Tom, below, was equally excited as he turned on the power. There was a peculiar hissing and bubbling, but the propeller did not turn.
"What's the matter?" called down Dick, through the speaking tube. "Didn't you hear my signal?"
