THE BREAKDOWN OF THE MOTOR


"Say! he's going off, dead sure!" exclaimed Will, in distress.

"He certainly seems to be having a free ride out to sea," remarked Frank.

"But that little craft will upset, and let him drown, Frank! Can't you
stop him from such mad capers?" continued the other.

Frank put his hands up to his mouth in such fashion that they formed a
sort of megaphone, and allowed his voice to carry far.

"I say, Jerry!" he bawled.

"Hello!" came faintly from the onrushing fisherman, who was sitting in
such fashion as to properly balance his small pumpkin-seed-shaped craft
as it sped over the water, so rapidly as to leave a sheet of white foam
behind.

"Cut loose! Danger!" shouted Frank.

"Did he hear you, Frank?" asked Will anxiously.

"I guess so. Anyhow, he seems to be moving toward the bow, where his line
is fast. I hope he has a knife with him, that's all," replied Frank,
straining his eyes to see what was going on, for the sun had set, and
already dusk was just commencing to gather over the water.