Back at Nawiliwili, we quickly launched Arnold’s boat and put the motor on. After priming the fuel pump, Arnold gave a sharp tug on the starting cable, and the motor roared to life. Arnold and Robbie jumped into the boat and shoved off. As Arnold cut back the throttle to shift into gear, the motor died!
Well, folks, for the next half-hour we took turns cranking away on that motor. That metal mule refused to start! We sweet-talked to it, swore at it, kicked it, checked all the connections, primed it, cranked it and swore at it some more. Absolutely nothing worked! It wouldn’t give even a half-hearted putt.
“Gee, what is it?” Robbie asked. “Is it the motor, or is the boat cursed?”
Well, we decided to haul the…
