CHAPTER IX.
FIGHTING THE FLAMES.
Old Jacob's loud cries soon aroused everybody. The first person to come up from below was Don, who looked as pale as a sheet.
"Is the yacht afire?" he gasped.
"The galley is," returned the old tar. "We've got to work lively if we want to save the Dashaway. Come; man the hose pump, while I get some buckets. And some of ye lower the sails. To run into this wind will only feed the flames."
By this time all the others were on deck, even Danny coming up, his head bound around with a towel.
"It's in de galley!" he groaned. "I fought dat fire was most out!"
He, too, ran for water, and so did Dick, while Leander and Bob began to work, first on the mainsail and then the jib, which, in less than two minutes were safely stowed away, although in a hasty, clumsy fashion.
Luckily the hose pump was handy, and soon a small stream was pouring into the galley from
