pretty sight, but Hans' aim was more than bad, and one hit the bow and another the stern, while a third whizzed past Dick's ear. In the meantime Hans was hopping around like a madman, trying to keep the sparks from his skin.
"Throw it overboard!" cried Mr. Rover, who was enjoying the fun, but who was afraid somebody might get a fire ball in the face.
"Only a few more balls left," said Tom. "Hans, try to hit the top of the mast—don't point it downward."
The German youth was too excited to listen to the advice. He continued to dance around. Bang! went another ball and entered the cabin of the steam yacht. Bang! came the final one and that too disappeared into the interior of the craft Then the Roman candle went out, and Hans breathed a sigh of relief.
"I vos glat dot is ofer," he said. "No more firevorks for me, not on your kollarbuttons, no!"
"I hope they didn't do any damage in the cabin" began Mrs. Stanhope anxiously, when there came a cry from Aleck Pop.
"Stop dat fire from comin' down!" yelled the colored man. "De hull cabin's in a blaze!"
