"The motor makes it 'mote,'" spoke Betty. "It's up in front; isn't it,
Uncle Amos?"

"Up in front! There you go again, Bet. Up in front! You mean for'ard;
up for'ard!"

"That's right, Uncle, I forgot. Come, we'll show these girls where the
motor is," and she led the way to where the machinery was enclosed in
a large compartment in the bow, close by hinged wing-covers.

The motor, one of three cylinders, was a self-starter, but by means of
a crank and chain could be started from the steering platform, just
aft of the trunk cabin, in case of emergency. There was a clutch, so
that the motor could be set in motion without starting the boat, until
the clutch, set for forward or reverse motion, had been adjusted, just
as the motor of an automobile can be allowed to run without the car
itself moving.

"And what a dear little stove in the kitchen!" exclaimed Betty, as the
girls looked in the cooking compartment-- it was not much more than a
compartment.

"Kitchen!" cried Captain Marlin. "That isn't a kitchen!"

"What is it?" Amy wanted to know.

"The galley, lass, the galley. That's where we cook aboard a ship, in
the galley. There's an alcohol and oil stove combined. You can have
chafing dish parties-- is that what you call them? and he laughed.