So thoroughly unnerved were the lads, in fact, by their experience that it was some time before they could do anything more than sit limply on the lockers while the Flying Fish rolled aimlessly with an uncontrolled helm.
"Come on," said Tubby at length; "we've got to rouse ourselves.

In the first place, I've got an idea," he went on briskly.

"I've been thinking over that gasoline stoppage, and the more I think of it the more I am inclined to believe that there's something queer about it.
It's worth looking into, anyhow." "You mean you think there may be some fuel in the tank, after all ?" asked Merritt, looking up.
"It's possible.

Have you tried the little valve forward of the carburetor ?" "Why, no," rejoined Merritt; "but I hardly think--" "It wouldn't be the first time a carburetor had fouled, particularly after what we went through in that squall," remarked Tubby.

"It's worth trying, anyhow." He bent over the valve he had referred to, which was in the gasoline feed pipe, just forward of the carburetor, and placed there primarily for draining the tank when it was necessary.
"Look here!" he yelled, with a sudden shout of excitement.