hooks to the hatch and then hook them fast to the deck.
"What are you doing now?" yelled Gasper Pold, and when he was told he muttered things I do not care to mention on these pages.
"Now, Sam and Tom, you remain on guard here, while the rest of us go and secure that door below," said Dick.
"It is secure," said Tom.
"Yes, I know, but some extra cross bars won't do any harm."
"Want me to help?" asked Baxter.
"You can come along," said Dick, not altogether willing to leave the former bully out of sight.
He hurried to the door in question, one leading from the back of the engine room into something of a storeroom. The door was fastened by two ordinary bolts.
"I'll soon fix that!" said the eldest Rover. "Dan, you hold the lantern. Hans, bring that piece of board here."
The board was brought, and Dick began to nail it fast, directly over the door. He had still another nail to drive when there came an unexpected crash on the other side.
"All together!" yelled the voice of Gasper Pold. "Now then, with a will!"
Another mighty crash followed and then a
