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.
