anyhow. Have we suffered any damage, Snuffin?" and he looked back a a grimy-faced mechinician who was oiling the big, throbbing motor, which was now running with the clutch out.
"No, sir, I don't think we're damaged, sir," answered the man, deferentially.
"Well, it's a lucky thing for these land-lubbers that we aren't. I should certainly sue them. The idea of crossing my course the way they did. Weren't they in the wrong, Snuffin?"
The man hesitated for a moment, and glanced at Tom and Ned, as though asking their indulgence.
"Well, I asked you a question, Snuffin!" exclaimed the red-faced man sharply.
"Yes—yes, sir, they shouldn't have turned the way they did," answered the man, in a low voice.
"Well, of all the nerve!" murmured Tom, and stopped his motor. Then, stepping to the side of his disabled and leaking boat, he exclaimed:
"Look here! Either you folks don't know anything about navigation rules, or you aren't heeding them. I had a perfect right to turn and go ashore when I did, for I found my engine was out of order, and I wanted to fix it. I blew the usual signal on the whistle, showing my intention to turn off my course, and if you had been listening you would have heard it.
