ling up his sleeves, Hal sailed in
vigorously to locate the fault. Machinists and cadets stood about, passing
him the tools he needed, and helping him when required.

At last, after disconnecting some parts, Hal drew out a long, slender
brass piston.

As he held it up young Hastings's face went as white as chalk.

"Do you see this?" he demanded, hoarsely.

"Filed, crazily, and it also looks as though the inner end had been heated
and tampered with," gasped Jack Benson.

"This, sir," complained Hal, turning around to face the naval officer in
charge, "looks like a direct attempt to tamper with and damage the engine.
Someone has done this deliberately, sir. It only remains to find the
culprit."

"Then we'll find out," retorted the naval officer, "if it takes a court of
inquiry and a court martial to do it. But are you sure of your charge, Mr.
Hastings?"

"Am I sure?" repeated Hal, all the soul of the young engineer swelling to
the surface. "Take this piston, sir, and examine it. Could such a job have
been done, unless by sheer design and intent?"

"Will the lieutenant permit me to speak?" asked the senior machinist,
taking a step forward and saluting.

"Yes; go ahead."

"Yesterday morning, sir," continued the senior machinist, "we thought the
engines needed some overhauling by someone more accustomed to them than we
were. We saw one of the machinists of the 'Farnum,' sir, hanging about on
shore. So we invited him aboard and asked him to look the engines over."

"Describe the man," begged Jack.

The senior machinist gave a description that instantly denoted Sam Truax
as the man in question.

"Did you leave him alone in here, at any time?" demanded Hal.

"Let me see. Why, yes, sir. The man must have been alone in here some
three-quarters of an hour."

Jack and Hal exchanged swift glances.

There seemed, now, very little need of carrying the investigation further.

CHAPTER XV: ANOTHER TURN AT HARD LUCK

When he could trust himself to speak Hal Hastings addressed the naval
officer.

"I think Mr. Benson and myself understand, sir, how it happened that this
damage was done. There are extra parts in the repair kit. In twenty
minutes, sir, I think we can have the engines running smoothly once more."

The naval officer was wise enough not to press the questioning further
just then. Instead, he went on deck.

Working like beavers, and with the assistance of others standing about