The Rover Boys Megapack

by Edward Stratemeyer

  “Well then, bring on the gentleman,” responded the irrepressible Tom. “I shouldn’t like anything better than to be introduced to him.”

  They had almost passed to the last step of the companionway when Sam called a sudden halt.

  “Boys, perhaps, after all, we had better keep out of that cabin,” he said.

  “Why, Sam?”

  “This may be a pest ship. The whole crew may have died of yellow fever, or something like that!”

  At this announcement all looked at each other with added alarm showing in their faces. A pest ship! The idea filled them with horror.

  “If it’s that—and we’ve caught the fever—” began Tom.

  “Oh, I vish I vos home, oder at school!” groaned Hans, beginning to shake from head to foot. “Of ve catch der yellow fefer ve peen all teat in a veek!”

  For several seconds there was silence, then Dick walked down the last step of the companionway and threw the door below open with a bang.

  “I am going to find out what this means,” muttered the eldest Rover. “If we are to catch the fever, maybe we’ve got it already.” And he walked into the cabin, and one after another the others followed.

  All was in as good order as on deck. On the table lay several books and magazines, one opened and turned face downward as if just placed there.

  “Somebody has been reading,” murmured Sam. “What did he stop for?” He picked up the magazine and read the heading of one of the articles, “Famous Suicides of Modern History.” “Ugh! what delightful literature to read. Just the thing for the young ladies’ department of a public library!”

  Dick had moved forward to one of the staterooms. With caution he opened the door and peeped in. The apartment was empty, but the berth looked as if it had recently been used.

  “Hullo, somebody has been camping out in here,” he called. “The bed is mussed up and here’s a suit of clothes hanging on the wall.”

  “And a pair of slippers on the floor,” added Sam, over his shoulder.

  Gradually the boys grew bolder, and traveled from one stateroom to another and then to the dining room and the cook’s galley. Not a person was to be found anywhere. In the galley some cooking had been done and several pans and pots were dirty, but that was all.

  “Water!” cried Tom, coming to a cooler. He got the cup and took a long drink, and the others followed.

  “And something to eat,” added Sam, with satisfaction. “Owner or no owner, I am going to have a square meal just as soon as this inspection is over.”

  “I dink I sthart now,” commented Hans, reaching for a box of crackers. He helped himself and passed them around, and soon all were munching.

  From the cook’s galley they visited the engine room. The machinery appeared to be in perfect order, the bunkers were half-full of coal, and the firebox was still somewhat warm. But the place was totally deserted.

  “This is a deserted steam yacht,” said Dick, at last. “I do not think there is a soul on board. We are in absolute possession.”

  CHAPTER XVII

  IN UNDISPUTED POSSESSION

  It was a remarkable state of affairs and it took the Rover boys and the German youth a full hour to comprehend it. During that time they explored the steam yacht from end to end and then sat down to eat such a meal as they could fix up hastily. They had canned meat and vegetables, 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 belong to a man named Roger Leland,” put in Sam. “But that doesn’t help us out any, for none of us ever heard of that individual.”

  “If there had been a storm we might think the persons on board had been swept away,” went on Dick. “But we haven’t had a heavy storm for some time.”

  “And the yacht hasn’t run into anything, for she isn’t damaged in the least.”

  “If we take her into port we can claim salvage,” said Sam.

  “Certainly, Sam, and heavy salvage too,” came from Tom. “But I must say I’d let a dollar or two of that salvage slip right now just to know 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 this steam yacht we might have died of hunger and thirst.”

  “Yah, dot’s so,” answered Hans. “Of you blease, Dom, I takes me anudder 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 with food and water,” was Dick’s comment, after a pause. “We’ll not starve to death, even if it takes a week to reach port.”

  “Why, we ought to reach port in a couple of days!” cried Sam. “Some of these steam yachts can run very fast.”

  “So they can—with a competent engineer. But who is going to be the engineer? and who the pilot?”

  “Oh, we can pilot her,” declared Tom, loftily. “It’s as easy as licking 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 to consult the chart,” said Dick. “Oh, I think we can pilot her to some port. 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 shove the piston rod myself,” and at this remark both of his brothers had to laugh.

  The more they thought of it the more wonderful did the situation appear to be. It was so wonderful that for the balance of that day they allowed the craft to drift as before. Tom and Sam started up a fair-sized fire under the boiler, after making certain that the latter was more than half-full of water. They knew enough about an engine to 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 and Hans tried to make themselves familiar with the wheel and the things on 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 in the 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 to reach Tampa Bay.”

  “Hurrah for Captain Dick!” cried Tom. “Dick, you get your diploma as soon 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 not blow 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, Sam fireman, 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’t work you’ll get as fat as a barrel.”

  With the coming of night our young friends looked to the lanterns of the steam yacht and refilled those which were empty at an oil barrel stored in the bow of the craft. Then they lit up, and also lit up the cabin.

  “I th
ink 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 the table 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 the eatables were of the very best.

  “There, that puts new life into a fellow!” declared Dick, after the repast was over. “If I only knew what had become of the Mascotte and the other fellows—knew that our friends were safe—I’d feel quite happy.”

  “Oh, don’t speak of the Mascotte!” answered Sam, with a shiver. “I can’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 moment all traces of fun disappeared from his countenance.

  Thinking it might be a good plan to cast anchor over night, they attempted 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 had been brought up again. “I don’t think there is any danger of striking rocks.”

  “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 the night, to report any vessel that might pass and to watch the fire under the boiler. Dick said he would stay up, and Tom told his brother to 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 although first Dick and then Sam and Tom kept their eyes on the alert, nothing was seen or heard of any other vessel. Once Dick fancied he heard the faraway toot of a foghorn, but the sound, whatever it was, was not repeated.

  By morning it was raining. At first only a few drops came down, but then it began to pour, so that all were glad to remain under shelter. Hans and Sam prepared breakfast, while Tom looked after the engine and the fire and Dick kept watch on deck.

  “It is going to be a corker,” was Dick’s comment, when he came in for something to eat. “The rain is so thick now you can’t see a dozen yards in any direction.”

  “Let us hope that the rain will clear away the mist,” said Sam. “Then perhaps 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 down here.”

  The rain continued to come down as hard as ever and kept up until near noon. In the meantime, however, Sam and Tom got up enough steam to 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 to monkey too much.”

  “Oh, I’ll be careful, Dick. I don’t want to be blown up any more than you do.”

  “Remember the old saying, ‘The more haste the less speed,’” warned the big brother.

  It was with a peculiar thrill that Dick took his place in the wheelhouse and rang the bell for the engine to start. Tom, below, was equally excited as he turned on the power. There was a peculiar hissing and bubbling, 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 the fierce hissing of steam. Then, of a sudden, came a yell from Tom.

  “Shut off that steam, Sam! Quick! or I’ll be scalded to death!”

  CHAPTER XVIII

  IN PERIL OF STEAM

  As quickly as he could, Dick rushed from the wheelhouse and toward the companionway leading to the engine room.

  “Vot’s der madder?” bawled Hans, who was at the rail, waiting for the steam yacht to start.

  “Tom’s in trouble,” ejaculated the eldest Rover, and went down the stairs four steps at a time, with the German youth behind him.

  The engine room was full of steam, so that for the moment Dick could see little. A pipe running along one side of the engine had burst, and Tom was hemmed in a corner. To get out he would have to pass through the furious outpouring of steam, which might scald him to death.

  Not far away was Sam, frantically trying to turn the steam off. But the youngest Rover’s knowledge of engines and marine machinery was limited and, while he fussed around, the steam in the narrow engine room kept growing thicker and thicker.

  “Get down on the floor, Tom!” yelled Dick, as he took in the situation. “Maybe you can crawl out.”

  Tom did as urged, and like a snake he attempted to crawl from his position of peril. But when he was only halfway he got stuck.

  “I—I can’t make it!” he panted, trying to worm along. “I—I’m too big.”

  “Can you go back—I see a door behind you,” said Dick.

  Tom went back, and as he did this Dick ran out of the engine room and to one of the coal bunkers. Here was the door the eldest Rover had seen. It was closed and barred and somewhat rusty, and he had to exert all his strength to make it budge.

  “Quick! quick!” came faintly from Tom. “I can’t stand this much longer!”

  “This way out, Tom!” called Dick, as the door at last flew open. In the cloud of steam that rushed into the coal bunker Dick saw his brother faintly, and caught him by the arm and pulled him forward. In a moment more both were safe.

  “Sam, are you all right?” yelled Dick, rushing again to the engineroom door proper.

  “Whe—where’s Tom?”

  “Safe.”

  “Oh! then I’ll come out,” and Sam staggered into the fresh air.

  “Mine cracious! vos der ship going to plow up!” gasped Hans, who had stood looking on with his hair standing on end.

  “I don’t think so,” answered Dick. “The steam will soon blow itself away. You didn’t have very much pressure; did you, Tom?”

  “No, but it was too much when the pipe burst. Gosh! I was afraid I was going to be boiled alive!” and he shuddered.

  “It’s about gone now,” came from Sam, who was watching at the doorway. “It isn’t hissing nearly as much as it did.” He was right, and presently the hissing ceased entirely. Then Sam, Dick, and Hans opened all the portholes and doors, to let out the steam, and soon the scare was over. But Tom felt “shaky in the legs,” as he termed it, for some hours afterwards.

  “I suppose I should have tested all those pipes and valves as soon as I had just a little steam,” said the fun-loving Rover. “There is where I wasn’t a good engineer. Well, one thing is certain, nothing gave way but the single pipe.”

  “And that could happen on any steamer,” answered Dick. “Any engine is liable to a breakdown of this kind. The question is, Are we machinists enough to repair the break? If we are not, then we’ll have to let the steam power go and hoist some sails.”

  “Oh, that would be slow work!” cried Sam. “Let us try to fix the pipe. I saw some extra pieces in the tool room. Maybe one of them will fit.”

  With the engine room cleared of steam they inspected the split pipe. It was a piece exactly two feet long, and they looked over the pieces in the tool room and found one just half an inch shorter.

  “I think that will do,” said Dick. “We won’t be able to couple it on quite so tightly as the other was but we can pack it well, and I guess it will last till we reach some port.”

  The tool room was supplied with the necessary wrenches and all of the boys spent two hours in fitting in the new piece of pipe. Then they inspected the other pipes and the engine, but everything appeared to be in first-class shape.

  The fire had been allowed to die down while the repairs were going on, and was not started up again until the work had been comp
leted.

  “Say, don’t I look like a nigger?” demanded Tom, as he put down some tools. “If I don’t, I feel black from head to foot.”

  “You are certainly pretty grimy,” answered Sam, with a laugh. “But I am that myself.”

  “We’ll all have to go in for a good wash,” said Dick.

  “Vy ton’t you chump oferpoard?” demanded Hans, who was pretty dirty himself.

  “Say! just the thing!” ejaculated Tom. “A swim wouldn’t go bad on such a hot day as this? Let us go in by all means!”

  Sam was delighted at the suggestion, for the calm waters of the gulf looked very inviting. Dick did not care so much for a swim, but said he would go in if the others did.

  “Dare vos a whole lot of pathing suits in von of der lockers,” said Hans. “I vill git dem.”

  He soon appeared with the suits, and in less than ten minutes all of the boys were ready for a plunge. The waters of the gulf appeared to be unusually calm and nothing disturbed the surface.

  “Here goes!” cried Tom, and poised on the rail he made a splendid dive and disappeared like a flash. Sam and Dick immediately followed. Hans remained on the rail, grinning.

  “Why don’t you come in, Hans?” yelled Sam, as he came up and commenced to swim about.

  “I dink you vos chumps alretty,” answered the German boy, calmly.

  “Chumps?” returned Dick.

  “Dot’s it!”

  “Why?”

  “You chump oferpoard und you ton’t know how you vos going to git pack, ain’t it!” And now Hans laughed outright.

  “Well, I never!” cried Tom. “We forgot to throw even a rope down!”

  “We certainly would have had a time getting on deck,” was Dick’s comment. “Hans, throw an end of the rope ladder down.”

  “Dot vos vot I dink mineselluf,” answered the German youth, and did as requested. Then he, too, took a dive, coming up and blowing like a porpoise.

  It was certainly good sport and the four boys enjoyed it thoroughly. With the aid of the rope ladder it was easy to climb on the deck of the steam yacht, and they did a good deal of diving and running around. They also had a race, Tom offering a pint of ice cream to the first one around the ship. Dick won this race, with all of the others in a bunch at his heels. He was just reaching the end when Tom caught him by the ankle and held him fast.