circle on the chart with a lead pencil. "Now if that is so, then we'll have to steer directly south-east 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."
"Veil, 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
