CHAPTER XVI
A DESERTED STEAM YACHT
"Dick, am I mistaken, or do I see a vessel over yonder?"
Tom asked the question, as he suddenly straightened up and took a long look over to where the mist had temporarily lifted.
"It certainly does look like a ship of some sort," answered Dick, gazing forward with equal eagerness.
"Shall ve call owid?" asked Hans.
"It is too far off."
"Is she coming this way?" asked Sam, who had gotten so much salt water in his eyes that he could not see very well.
"I am not sure if it is a ship," said Tom. "But it is certainly something."
"Let us try to paddle closer," suggested his older brother, and all set to work; Tom using the folded campstool, and the others some bits of boards from the crates.
Very slowly they approached the object, until they felt certain it was a vessel, a steam yacht, as they made out a few minutes later. But no
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