the window, the door having in the meantime been tightly closed, so that the fire might obtain no draught to feed upon. Then came old Jacob with some extra buckets, and a bucket brigade was formed by the old tar and Robert Menden.
It was hot work, and it must be confessed that everybody was thoroughly scared, feeling that if the fire once got beyond the galley, the yacht would be doomed.
"And what will become of us, then?" whispered Dick to Don. "We're completely out of sight of land."
"If the wust comes to the wust, we'll fill the small boat with provisions and take to that," said old Jacob. "But I think we can master these flames yet."
The sparks were now pouring from the windows of the galley at a lively rate, and soon a bright column of flame shot up.
"Dat's de pot uf grease!" groaned Danny. "I was so sick I didn't t'ink to put it away."
He was laboring as hard as any of them, working the hose pump with Don, who felt ready to drop with exhaustion.
"I'll go down in the hold and see if it's eating through the floor," said old Jacob, and disappeared through the hatchway.
All waited anxiously for what he might have
