Part 30 (1/2)

”Perhaps he was on this vessel after he disappeared from Kingston,”

said Tom. ”If so, the question is, Where did he go after that?”

”We must tell Harold of this, the first chance we get,” said Sam.

”Providing he is alive,” answered d.i.c.k. ”Remember, we are not at all sure that the _Mascotte_ outlived that crash in the fog.”

The middle of the afternoon found the _Mermaid_ steaming on her course at a good rate of speed. Tom had now become fairly familiar with the engine and he allowed the steam to run up some pounds higher than before. Hans fell to tending the fire and Sam took turns with d.i.c.k at the wheel.

”We ought to sight some kind of land by to-morrow,” said the eldest Rover. ”But of course there is no telling where we will fetch up, exactly.”

”Somewhere on the coast of Florida, and not very many miles from Tampa Bay, I reckon,” returned Sam. ”By the way, d.i.c.k, don't you think the rascals on the _Dogstar_ have had ample time in which to make their escape?”

”Perhaps so. But the storm may have crippled them, and we may overtake them even yet. A sailing vessel can't make the speed a steamer or a steam yacht can.”

Twice during the afternoon they saw vessels at a distance, one a steamer and the other a bark, and both bound westward. Neither came close enough to be hailed and our friends did not think it wise to raise any signals of distress.

”The yacht is running all right now,” said d.i.c.k. ”We may as well take her into port and get the salvage money. The amount will be a good round sum.”

”Do you know, I shouldn't mind owning a steam yacht like this myself,”

said Tom, to whom he was speaking. ”Couldn't we take some dandy trips, off the coast of New England and elsewhere!”

”We certainly could, Tom. But you must remember that we ought to go back to school. If we don't, we'll never get through. It's about time I was thinking of college.”

”I hate to think of leaving Putnam Hall, d.i.c.k. Why, the place is just like a second home to me!”

”It is to all of us. But we are growing older and must either go to college or get into business.”

The sun was setting when d.i.c.k went on deck again. Hans was preparing supper and Sam was at his station in the pilot house. The waters of the gulf were growing calm and the scene was a beautiful one.

”This is something like,” remarked the eldest Rover, as he drew in a deep breath of fresh air. ”Doesn't look like the storm of last night, eh, Sam?”

”No, d.i.c.k, this is just splendid.”

”What's that ahead?” asked the big brother, casting his eye on a dark speck directly in the track of the steam yacht.

”I don't know--I didn't see it before.”

The object, whatever it was, was a long way ahead, and by the time they drew closer it was too dark to see clearly. But d.i.c.k saw enough to make him cry out in astonishment:

”A rowboat, and full of men!”

The eldest Rover was indeed right, it was a large rowboat and it contained six persons, four of whom were at the oars and the others in the stern. The rowboat contained in addition a keg of water and several small boxes and tins.

”s.h.i.+p ahoy!” came hoa.r.s.ely over the water, as the steam yacht drew closer to the small craft.

”Ahoy!” called back d.i.c.k, and ran forward, while Sam signaled to Tom to stop the engine.

”Can you take us on board?” was the question from a man in the rowboat.