A HOODOOED YACHT.
Promptly at six o'clock the following morning the uniforms were delivered at the American House. Without delay the boys put them on, and they proved satisfactory in every way, so Frank paid the bill and the messenger who brought them departed satisfied.
The boys ate an early breakfast, and all had good appetites. The American House dining room is rather somber, but they joked and laughed in the best of spirits.
After breakfast final arrangements for the care of their baggage were made, then a cab was ordered, and they all piled in and were rattled away toward Atlantic Avenue.
Jack had not seen Frank's yacht, and he was curious, concerning her appearance.
Not far from the pier of the Bangor boat lay the White Wings, guarded by a watchman, who saluted Merriwell as the boys went aboard.
The White Wings was a sloop yacht with club and jib topsails. She was not large, and it did not strike Diamond that she would prove to be fast, but she looked comfortable, and comfort was what they sought. They were not thinking of racing.
Frank paid the watchman for his services, and gave him something extra, whereupon the man departed greatly satisfied.
"Come, fellows," called Merry; "we'll go below and see how she looks down there."
They descended into the cabin, which was locked, Merry having the key. Jack was astonished when they