And then there was the time--it was during those two weather-bound days and everyone's temper was getting a bit short--when Perry cast aspersions on Ossie's biscuits at supper.

Perry said they were so hard he guessed they were Ossie-fied, and the others laughed and Ossie got angry and they nearly came to blows: would have, perhaps, had not Steve promised to throw them both overboard if they did! They spent two days at Grand Manan, and Perry, who had never before been further from Philadelphia than the Adirondacks, was vastly thrilled when he discovered that Grand Manan was a part of New Brunswick.

"This," he declaimed grandly as he stamped down on a clam-shell, "is the first time I've ever set foot on a foreign shore!" The end of the first week in August found them harboured at Eastport.
They stayed there four days, not so much because the place abounded in interest as because the _Adventurer_, who had behaved splendidly for several hundred miles, suddenly refused to go another fathom.

Steve said he guessed the engine needed a good overhauling, and Perry chortled and offered his services to Joe to help take it apart.

But Joe, in spite of his invaluable and ever-present hand-book, acknowledged his limitations, and the job went to a professional and the _Adventurer_ spent most of three days tied up to a smelly little dock while the engine specialist took the motor down before be discovered that a fragment of waste and other foreign matter had lodged in the gasoline supply pipe.
Fortunately, his charge was moderate.