CHAPTER XVII
IN UNDISPUTED POSSESSION
It was a remarkable state of affairs and it took the Rover boys andthe German youth a full hour to comprehend it. During that time theyexplored the steam yacht from end to end and then sat down to eatsuch a meal as they could fix up hastily. They had canned meat andvegetables, coffee and biscuits, and some canned fruit.
"Dick, how do you solve this mystery?" asked Tom, while they were eating.
"I can't solve it at all," answered his brother. "It is beyond me."
"By the papers we found downstairs I should say the yacht might belongto a man named Roger Leland," put in Sam. "But that doesn't help usout any, for none of us ever heard of that individual."
"If there had been a storm we might think the persons on board hadbeen swept away," went on Dick. "But we haven't had a heavy stormfor some time."
"And the yacht hasn't run into anything, for she isn't damaged inthe least."
"If we take her into port we can claim salvage," said Sam.
"Certainly, Sam, and heavy salvage too," came from Tom. "But I mustsay I'd let a dollar or two of that salvage slip right now just toknow the explanation of this mystery. Why, it's like a romance!"
"It's a grand good thing for us," said Dick. "If we hadn't found thissteam yacht we might have died of hunger and thirst."
"Yah, dot's so," answered Hans. "Of you blease, Dom, I takes meanudder cub of coffee, hey?"
"Hans, that makes four you've had already!"
"Vell, I vos alful try," answered the German youth, complacently.
"The best of it is, the yacht seems to be fairly well stocked withfood and water," was Dick's comment, after a pause. "We'll not starveto death, even if it takes a week to reach port."
"Why, we ought to reach port in a couple of days!" cried Sam. "Someof these steam yachts can run very fast."
"So they can--with a competent engineer. But who is going to be theengineer? and who the pilot?"
"Oh, we can pilot her," declared Tom, loftily. "It's as easy aslicking cream, as the cat said."
"Maype you vos run us on der rocks," put in Hans.
"I don't think there are many rocks out here--but we'll have toconsult the chart," said Dick. "Oh, I think we can pilot her to someport. But I must confess I don't know much about running an engine."
"We'll make her go somehow," answered Tom. "Even if I have to shovethe piston rod myself," and at this remark both of his brothers hadto laugh.
The more they thought of it the more wonderful did the situationappear to be. It was so wonderful that for the balance of that daythey allowed the craft to drift as before. Tom and Sam started up afair-sized fire under the boiler, after making certain that the latterwas more than half-full of water. They knew enough about an engineto locate the safety valve and saw that this was in working order.
"Now, if we get up steam we won't be blown sky-high anyway," said Sam.
While Sam and Tom were experimenting in the engine room, Dick andHans tried to make themselves familiar with the wheel and the thingson deck, and the oldest Rover studied the chart found in the cabin,and the compass.
"I think we are about here," said Dick, when all came together inthe cabin, and he traced a circle on the chart with a lead pencil."Now if that is so, then we'll have to steer directly southeast toreach Tampa Bay."
"Hurrah for Captain Dick!" cried Tom. "Dick, you get your diploma assoon as we land."
"Well, isn't that right?"
"It certainly is according to the map," answered Sam.
"So all you and Tom have got to do is to furnish the power--and notblow us up--and then you get your diplomas too."
"Vot do I got?" asked Hans.
"Oh, you get a big Limburger cheese," cried Tom.
"Vell, dot's putty goot too," answered the youth of Teutonic extraction.
"We'll arrange it this way," said Dick. "Tom can be engineer, Samfireman, myself pilot, and Hans can be admiral and crew combined."
"Vot does dot crew to?" asked Hans, eagerly.
"Oh, the crew swabs the deck and keelhauls the anchor," answered Tom."In between times you thread the yardarm, too."
"Vell, den I vill haf mine hands full, ain't it!"
"You eat so much you ought to do some work," said Sam. "If you don'twork you'll get as fat as a barrel."
With the coming of night our young friends looked to the lanterns ofthe steam yacht and refilled those which were empty at an oil barrelstored in the bow of the craft. Then they lit up, and also lit upthe cabin.
"I think we may as well cook ourselves a real dinner for this evening,"said Dick. "No makeshift affair either."
All were willing, and an hour and a half later they sat down to thetable and ate as good a meal as the stores of the steam yacht afforded.Evidently the craft belonged to some person of good taste, for theeatables were of the very best.
"There, that puts new life into a fellow!" declared Dick, after therepast was over. "If I only knew what had become of the _Mascotte_and the other fellows--knew that our friends were safe--I'd feelquite happy."
"Oh, don't speak of the _Mascotte_!" answered Sam, with a shiver. "Ican't bear to think that Fred and Songbird have been drowned!"
"Let us hope for the best," said Tom, with a sigh. And for the momentall traces of fun disappeared from his countenance.
Thinking it might be a good plan to cast anchor over night, theyattempted to do so. But although they let out all the rope and chain,no bottom could be found.
"The water is certainly deep here," said Dick, after the anchor hadbeen brought up again. "I don't think there is any danger of strikingrocks."
"Not unless the steam yacht sinks a mile or two," said Tom, with a grin.
It was decided that one person should remain on watch during thenight, to report any vessel that might pass and to watch the fireunder the boiler. Dick said he would stay up, and Tom told his brotherto call him at two in the morning.
"And call me at four," said Sam. "I want to do my share."
The night proved to be as misty as that previously passed, and althoughfirst Dick and then Sam and Tom kept their eyes on the alert, nothingwas seen or heard of any other vessel. Once Dick fancied he heardthe faraway toot of a foghorn, but the sound, whatever it was, wasnot repeated.
By morning it was raining. At first only a few drops came down, butthen it began to pour, so that all were glad to remain under shelter.Hans and Sam prepared breakfast, while Tom looked after the engineand the fire and Dick kept watch on deck.
"It is going to be a corker," was Dick's comment, when he came infor something to eat. "The rain is so thick now you can't see a dozenyards in any direction."
"Let us hope that the rain will clear away the mist," said Sam. "Thenperhaps we'll have some sunshine for a change."
"It's all right, if only it doesn't start to blow," answered Tom."But you must remember that they have some pretty fierce storms downhere."
The rain continued to come down as hard as ever and kept up untilnear noon. In the meantime, however, Sam and Tom got up enough steamto run the yacht at a low rate of speed.
"We can try her that way first," said Tom. "Then, if it's O. K.,we'll give her a hundred pounds or so."
"Now, Tom, be careful of that engine!" pleaded Dick. "It won't do tomonkey too much."
"Oh, I'll be careful, Dick. I don't want to be blown up any more thanyou do."
"Remember the old saying, 'The more haste the less speed,'" warnedthe big brother.
It was with a peculiar thrill that Dick took his place in the wheelhouseand rang the bell for the engine to start. Tom, below, was equallyexcited as he turned on the power. There was a peculiar hissing andbubbling, but the propeller did not turn.
"What's the matter?" called down Dick, through the speaking tube."Didn't you hear my signal?"
He listened for a reply, but instead of Tom's voice he heard thefierce hissing of steam. Then, of a sudden, came a yell from Tom.
"Shut off that steam, S
am! Quick! or I'll be scalded to death!"
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