“Vell, maype der udder closets got someding schmaller in dem,” suggested Hans, and opened up a second locker.
Here they found a variety of things, including socks, shoes, collars, cuffs, and even fancy neckties.
“Whoever was on board of this steam yacht left everything behind him when he went away,” was the comment of the youngest Rover.
They next opened a locker filled with outer clothing, including linen coats and panama hats. As the weather was growing warmer this just suited the boys.
“Hello, here is a pretty big suit,” observed Sam, hauling it forth and holding it up. “The man who wore that must have been a pretty large fellow. Even Dick would get lost in that suit.”
“Dot’s so!” exclaimed Hans. “Vait, I try on dot coats. Ha! Ha! Ain’t he schmall alretty!” And Hans began to roar, for the coat came to his knees and the sleeves hid his hands from sight.
“You’ve got to grow, Hans, before you can fill that,” said Sam, laughing.
“Vell, maype I grow some day.”
“You will if you eat plenty of sauerkraut and Limburger cheese,” and Sam grinned broadly.
“I vos eat vot I blease, Sam Rofer!”
Hans took off the coat and in doing so turned the garment over. From out of one of the pockets there fell a flat cardcase of red morocco leather.
“Hello, you’ve dropped something, Hans.”
“So I tit,” answered the German youth, and flinging aside the coat he picked up the leather cardcase.
“Has it got any cards in it?” questioned Sam, with sudden interest.
“Dot vos vot I vos going to see. Now vait, I vill oben him,” went on Hans, backing away as the youngest Rover reached out for the case.
“Well, do hurry, Hans! You are so slow!” cried Sam, impatiently.
“Vot’s der use of hurrying ven you got lots of dime, hey?”
“I want to see what is in the case.”
“Maype der tont been noddings in him.”
“Hans, will you open it, please?”
“Yah.”
“Well, then, do so.”
With great deliberation the German youth opened the leather cardcase. Out of it fluttered a small card photograph. Sam picked it up, gave one look, and let out a cry of astonishment.
“Well, I never!”
CHAPTER XXI
THE PICTURE IN THE CARDCASE
“Who is it?” questioned Hans, trying to gain possession of the photograph, but instead of answering Sam started from the cabin.
“I must show this to Dick and Tom!” he cried. “Come along.”
“Yah, put—” began the German boy, and then stopped, for there was nobody to talk to, Sam being already out of sight.
“Dick, look what I found,” cried the youngest Rover, as he dashed into the pilot house.
“A fortune?” asked Dick, with a smile.
“No, a picture. Just look!”
Dick did as requested and gave a start.
“You found this on the yacht?” he cried. “Yes. In the pocket of a big coat hanging in one of the lockers. It was in a cardcase.”
“This is certainly queer. It looks exactly like Harold Bird, doesn’t it?”
“It certainly is Harold. I wonder—Oh, look!”
Sam had turned the picture over. On the back were these words, written in a strong, masculine hand:
To father, from Harold. Merry Xmas!
“Why, Harold must have given this to his father,” said Dick, thoughtfully.—“And if so—”
“Do you think the coat belonged to Mr. Bird?” broke in Sam.
“Perhaps. Did you find anything else?”
“Ve titn’t look,” came from Hans, who stood in the doorway. “So dot vos a picture of Harold Pird, alretty! Dot vos kveer!”
“It is astonishing,” said Dick. “Sam, see if you can find anything else.”
Sam went back and Hans with him, and while they were gone Dick, through the speaking tube, acquainted Tom with the discovery made.
“Maybe Mr. Bird was on this steam yacht,” called up Tom.
Sam and Hans went over the stuff in the lockers with care. They found some cards bearing the name of James Morrison and a short note about a meeting of a yacht club addressed to Barton Knox.
“Those men must have been on the Mermaid,” said Sam. “Perhaps they were part owners. Frequently several men or a whole club own a yacht like this in common.”
“Vell, she ton’t vos a common poat,” was Hans’ comment. “She vos a peauty.”
Sam was on the point of giving up the search when he saw something sticking from a crack next to the wall. He pulled the object forth and saw it was the photograph of a big, heavy-set man with rather a handsome face. He turned it over and gave a short gasp, for on the back was written in pencil:
Sharwell Lee Bird, Murderer.
“What a horrible thing to write!” murmured the youngest Rover. “It makes a fellow shiver to read it!”
“Of he killed dot man ven he vos hunting he vos sure a murderer, Sam.”
“Not exactly, Hans; he didn’t mean to shoot the fellow. It was accidental.”
“Yah, put der mans vos teat, ain’t it!”
“Yes, and the death of the poor fellow drove Mr. Bird insane. I must show this to Dick, and to Tom, too.”
Sam took the second picture, and all on board the steam yacht discussed the discovery for some time. But they could reach no conclusion saving that Mr. Bird had likely been on the vessel at one time and had left his coat and the two pictures behind him.
“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 Dick. “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 Dick at the wheel.
“We ought to sight some kind of land by tomorrow,” 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, Dick, 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 Dick. “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, Dick. 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 Dick 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, Dick, 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 Dick 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.
“Ship ahoy!” came hoarsely over the water, as the steam yacht drew closer to the small craft.
“Ahoy!” called back Dick, 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. “We’ve lost our ship and we are played out.”
“Certainly we can take you on board,” answered Dick. “Wait a minute, and I’ll throw you a rope ladder.”
“Thank you very much!” called back the man.
The steam yacht was brought to a standstill and the ladder thrown out. Soon the rowboat came tip to the ladder, and one after another those aboard the small craft mounted to the deck of the Mermaid. The three Rovers and Hans were at hand to see who they were.
“Dan Baxter!”
“Sack Todd!”
Such were the cries that came from Sam and Tom. Two of the new arrivals were indeed the persons named, and a third was Gasper Pold.
“Did you come from the Dogstar?” demanded Dick.
“We did,” answered Dan Baxter, sullenly. Evidently he was much chagrined over this unexpected meeting.
“Have you been following us in this steam yacht?” asked Sack Todd, with a sickly grin on his hard face.
“We were certainly following you,” answered Tom. “But we didn’t start out in this vessel. We—”
“Tom!” said Dick, warningly, and then Tom shut up instantly.
“Who’s the captain here?” demanded one of the men from the rowboat.
“I suppose I am, for the present,” answered Dick.
“You!” And the man, a burly fellow, took a step back in astonishment.
“Yes. Who are you?”
“I am Sid Jeffers, first mate of the Dogstar. We sprung several bad leaks in that storm last night and made up our mind the schooner was going down. So we got out the boats and I and two men and these three chaps manned one of them. We lost sight of the ship in the dark,—and here we are. We’re mighty hungry and we’d like something to eat. And if you’ve got any liquor on board let us have it by all means,” concluded Sid Jeffers.
CHAPTER XXII
AN UNEXPECTED MEETING ON THE WATER
It was plainly to be seen that the first mate of the Dogstar was in no wise an agreeable person to meet, and the Rovers and Hans were sorry that he and the others had come aboard the steam yacht. The two sailors from the lumber schooner were also rough men and probably under the thumb of the mate.
“We can give you what is on board of the Mermaid,” said Dick, a little stiffly. “I have not looked for liquor, so I can’t say if there is any on the vessel or not.”
“Captain, and don’t know what’s aboard!” exclaimed Sid Jeffers.
While he was speaking Sack Todd and Dan Baxter had been looking around the deck in the semi-darkness.
“Where are the rest of the people on this boat?” demanded the ex-counterfeiter.
“I don’t see anybody,” declared Dan Baxter. “Say, do you know what I think?” he cried suddenly. “I think these fellows are all alone!”
“Humph!” muttered Sack Todd. “If they are—” He did not finish, but smiled quietly to himself.
“Where can we get something to eat?” demanded the first mate, after a rather awkward pause.
“In the galley or the cabin, as you please,” said Dick. “But you will have to prepare it yourselves. We have no cook on board.”
“Oh, that’s it, eh? Well, Guirk can cook pretty good and he can do the trick for us, eh, Guirk?”
“Aye, aye!” answered one of the sailors. “Just show me the victuals an’ the stove, an’ I’ll be after doing the rest in jig time. I’m hungry enough to eat ’most anything.”
Dick led the way to the galley and the crowd from the small boat followed; one sailor stopping long enough to tie the rowboat astern.
“Nobody else on board, eh?” said Sid Jeffers, turning suddenly on Dick.
“No, not at present,” answered the eldest Rover, boldly.
“Where are you bound?”
“For Tampa Bay.”
“What vessel is this?”
“The steam yacht Mermaid.”
“Did you charter her?”
“No, we found her,” answered Dick, resolved to tell the plain truth.
“Found her?” came from the mate and also from Dan Baxter.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Out here in the gulf.”
“Who was on board?” questioned Sack Todd.
“Nobody.”
“Nobody!” came from all the newcomers.
“Do you mean to say there wasn’t a soul on this boat when you found her?” asked Dan Baxter, in high curiosity.
“That is the truth,” said Tom. “She was drifting around, abandoned. We simply climbed on board and took possession.”
“Out in the middle of the gulf?” asked the first mate, incredulously.
“Yes.”
“Ve vos shipwrecked and vos mighty glad to got on board,” said Hans.
“Oh, that’s it!” cried Sid Jeffers and a gleam of intelligence shot from his eyes. “Mighty lucky you was, and no error! A ship like this is worth a pile of money. But let us have something to eat and to drink first and then we can talk matters over. A fellow can’t pow-wow well on an empty stomach.”
He spoke a few words in a low tone to his two men and they passed into the galley, where Hans and Sam showed them the food that was on board. In the meantime Sid Jeffers went on a hunt for liquor, and finding a bottle took a long drink, and then passed it over to Sack Todd and the others.
“Dick, I don’t like this at all,” whispered Tom, as soon as he could get the chance.
“Neither do I, Tom. I never expected to meet this crowd out here.”
“There are six of them, while we number only four,” went on the fun-loving Rover.
“Come with me,” answered Dick, softly. “Sam, you take charge for a while,” he added to his youngest brother.
Dick led the way to the main cabin of the Mermaid and to a case which was screwed fast to the wall. Inside were several pistols, and below were several boxes of ammunition.
“I reckon I understand you,” said Tom. “We had better arm ourselves at once. There is no telling what those fellows will take it into their heads to do.”
“Let us four arm ourselves, and then hide all the other pistols,” said Dick. “Then, if they are not armed, we’ll have them at something of a disadvantage.”
They took four pistols,—one for Sam and another for Hans,—with the necessary cartridges, and then all of the remaining weapons were hidden at the bottom of one of the berths. This accomplished they went on deck again, and called Sam and Hans.
“They are having a big time, eating and drinking,” said Sam, as he took the weapon handed to him. “I feel sure we will have trouble sooner or later. Pold, Todd, and Baxter won’t
want to run the risk of being arrested as soon as we land, and that mate and his men may side with them.”
“That isn’t the only thing,” said Dick. “They know this steam yacht is valuable. The party to bring the vessel in to port will get big money. Didn’t the mate speak of it? That shows how his mind was running.”
Our friends talked the matter over for some time, but the conversation did not relieve their worry. They felt that there was serious trouble ahead of them and that it might break out at any moment.
“You know the old school whistle,” said Dick. “If anybody gets into trouble whistle, and then the others can come to his aid.” And so it was agreed.
Not knowing what else to do, Dick went to the pilot house followed by Hans, while Tom returned to the engine room and Sam to his job as fireman. Soon the engine was started up once more, and the steam yacht headed again for the western coast of Florida. It proved to be a clear night, and though there was no moon the stars shone brightly in the heavens.
A full hour went by, during which time the party from the Dogstar made themselves at home aboard the Mermaid. They feasted on the best the steam yacht afforded and several of the men drank a good-deal of liquor.
“This is like falling into the softest kind of a snap,” declared Sack Todd, after he and Gasper Pold had been talking in a corner for some time. “They don’t own this steam yacht any more than we do.”
“Right you are,” answered the other.
“And if they calculate to take us to Tampa and hand us over to the officers of the law, why—”
“Not much, Todd! I am not going to prison just yet.”
“Can you trust Jeffers? You seem to know him pretty well.”
“I think I can. Jeffers is close—he likes money—and he sees big money in this steam yacht.”
“That’s an idea! Now what of the two sailors?”
“I think Guirk and the other fellow will do what the first mate tells them to—especially if he promises them good wages for the job.”
“And what of Baxter? Remember, he used to go to school with the Rovers.”
“I don’t know what to make of him. Sometimes I think he is all right, and then again I don’t feel like trusting him.”
“That’s my way of it, too. We don’t want anybody we can’t trust in this.”
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