past them slowly, they threw a bit of rope to the rudder post and made fast.
"Everybody must be below and asleep," said Dick, "although I never before heard of such strange proceedings."
"Nor I," came from Sam. "But the question is, Are we going on board or not?"
"Are we? Of course we are!" burst out Tom. "They couldn't keep me off with a pitchfork. I want a drink of water if nothing else, and I am bound to have it."
"Aboard the yacht!" yelled Dick again. "Why don't you show yourselves and say something? Are you all deaf?"
Still no answer, and the boys looked at each other in amazement
"Am I dreaming?" demanded Tom.
"Maybe the ship is a—a—phantom?" whispered Sam, and gave a little shiver.
"Well, I am going on board, even if it's the Flying Dutchman himself," cried Tom, bravely.
"Flying Dutchmans?" queried Hans. "Der vos no Dutchmans vot fly, vos dare?"
"Tom is speaking of a phantom ship with a phantom crew, I guess," said Sam. "Tom, how are you going to get on deck?" he added, to his brother.
This was a question Tom could not answer at once. The rail of the steam yacht was some feet
