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I was familiar only with sailing craft; but I did understand the last words of the engineer.
"Four thousand horse-power and forty-five miles an hour, though you wouldn't think it," he concluded proudly.
"Say it again, man! Say it again!" Charley exclaimed in an excited voice.
"Four thousand horse-power and forty-five miles an hour," the engineer repeated, grinning good-naturedly.
"Where's the owner?" was Charley's next question. "Is there any way I can speak to him?"
The engineer shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. He's asleep, you see."
At that moment a young man in blue uniform came on deck farther aft and stood regarding the sunrise.
"There he is, that's him, that's Mr. Tate," said the engineer.
