"What do you suppose can be the matter with the peskything?" The speaker, a freckled faced boy about eighteen yearsold looked up from where he was kneeling on thebottom of the boat in front of the engine. "Search me," his companion, a tall lanky boy of aboutthe same age, who was sitting in the stern, replied."Gas's all right, spark's all right, everything's all rightand still she won't go. Can you beat it?" "And I'll bet I've cranked it enough to run her the lengthof the lake," the first speaker declared, wiping the sweatfrom his face. "It's the queerest thing.