"Wot's yer name now?" roared Stump, glowering at him in a manner which led Dick to believe he had committed an unpardonable offense. "Still the same, sir--Royson." "I thought p'raps it might ha' bin Smith, as you're such a lightnin' change artist. Just bung in to the engine-room, will you, an' find out wot that son of a gun below there is a-doing of?" "I will go if you like, sir, but I know nothing about engines." "Take charge here, then. Keep her steady as she goes. You've a clear course half a mile to westward of that light." Stump disappeared, and Royson found himself entrusted with full charge of the vessel ere she had been ten minutes at sea. His gruff commander could have paid him no greater compliment. In the engineer, a man from West Hartlepool, the captain met one who spoke the vernacular. "It's no good a-dammin' me because there's a flaw in a connectin' rod," he protested, when Stump's strenuous questioning allowed him to explain matters. "I can't see inside a piece of crimson steel any more'n you can." "None of your lip, my lad, or I'll find flaws all over you, P. D. Q. Can you fix this mess at sea, or must we put back?" The engineer quailed under Stump's bovine eye. "It would be better to put back, sir. I may be able to manage, but it's doubtful." Stump went aft to consult von Kerber. So speedily had the yacht's mishap been dealt with that no member of the saloon party was aware of it, though any sailor among them, would have recognized instantly that the vessel was traveling under canvas. The Baron, when he heard what had taken place, was most emphatic in vetoing the suggestion that the _Aphrodite_ should return to Marseilles, and Stump was equally determined not to sail through the Straits of Bonifacio in half a gale of wind. As a compromise, a course was shaped for Toulon, and that port was made during the afternoon. It was the wisest thing to do, under the circumstances. Toulon is the French naval base for the Mediterranean, and her marine _chantiers_ not only repaired the engines in a few hours, but supplied a set of spare parts, a wise precaution in view of the yacht's probable sojourn in a locality where castings would be unattainable. Thenceforth the voyage proceeded smoothly. Royson took the first opportunity of explaining to von Kerber how and why the mistake as to his name had arisen, and the Baron only smiled, in his superior way, having recovered his somewhat domineering manner from the hour that the French coast-line sank beneath the horizon.