Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventureOptic, Oliver
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Isles of the sea; or, Young America homeward bound : $b A story of travel and adventure
Optic, Oliver
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
“The steamer don’t seem to be in any present danger of going down,”
said O’Hara.
“She won’t sink this time; and, if her crew had only stuck by her, they
might have saved her.”
“She is not very heavily loaded.”
“She has some machinery or something of that sort in her; and it must
have shifted so as to bring that hole out of the water. If I had some
help I could right her.”
O’Hara asked Mr. Rimmer to come on board.
CHAPTER VI.
A VOLUNTEER SHIP’S COMPANY.
The carpenter of the Tritonia climbed up the rope, and reached the deck
of the steamer. The moment he saw Mr. Frisbone, he recognized him, and
saluted him with nautical politeness.
“Mr. Rimmer, the carpenter of the Tritonia,” said O’Hara, by way of
introduction.
“I am glad to see an American seaman on board of this steamer,” replied
Mr. Frisbone heartily. “You are the carpenter of the Tritonia, and you
can soon tell whether this vessel is worth saving.”
“She don’t seem to be in very bad condition with the exception of that
hole in her starboard bow,” added Mr. Rimmer, as he cast his eyes about
him.
“I wish you would look her over; and then we can decide what is best to
be done.”
The carpenter began his survey of the vessel, accompanied by Mr.
Frisbone and O’Hara. They visited every part of her, examining very
carefully into her condition.
“I suppose I know as much about the engine as anybody; and I can say
that it is in good order,” said Mr. Frisbone, as they passed the door
of the engine-room.
“I don’t know any thing about engines,” added the carpenter modestly.
“But I can say that the vessel is in first-rate condition; and that
hole in her bow can be stopped so that she will live in any sea.
The opening is above the water-line, so that there will be no great
pressure upon it.”
“Then we can save the vessel,” replied the American Prince, as he
claimed to be, and as he had named his steam-yacht. “That will be a
feather in the caps of you boys.”
“I should like to take a hand in the game,” said O’Hara, his face
lighting up at the prospect.
“But we want help; and there is a great deal of hard work to be done,”
continued Mr. Frisbone. “How many hands have you in your boat?”
“Ten besides Mr. Rimmer.”
“If they are good stout hands, we may do something with them.”
“But I must report the condition of the vessel, and wait for further
orders,” interposed O’Hara.
“Quite right,” added the Prince, with a smile. “I forgot that you live
on your discipline.”
“But the boat came off to take you and the ladies on board the
Tritonia.”
“I think we are safe enough here for the present; and I know the
women-folks won’t think they can get into that boat while it is bobbing
around like corn in a popper. Return to your ship, and give my respects
to the captain and the old folks on board, and tell them I think the
steamer can be saved.”
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