heed what they were saying or to join in their conversation.

A few minutes later, after the speed of the boat had materially
decreased, Fred said abruptly, "We have got to stop."

"What for?" demanded the leader, quickly rising as he spoke and
turning toward the young pilot.

"Our gasoline is gone."

"Look here, young fellow," said the leader of the gang after he
had silently glared at Fred a moment, "I don't want you to try
any of your games on us. We're bad men. Now then, you keep this
boat goin'," he added threateningly.

"I only wish I could do it," said Fred.

"Are you givin' us straight goods when you say your gasoline is
gone?"

"I am."

"What are you goin' to do?"

"Nothing. That's the trouble. You can't do anything without
gasoline. I am thinking of letting some of my passengers go ahead
and get enough to carry us into the town. Do you know how far it
is to Rome?"

"Must be about three mile."