"I can't solve it at all," answered his brother. "It is beyond me."
"By the papers we found downstairs I should say the yacht might belong to a man named Roger Leland," put in Sam. "But that doesn't help us out any, for none of us ever heard of that individual."
"If there had been a storm we might think the persons on board had been swept away," went on Dick. "But we haven't had a heavy storm for some time."
"And the yacht hasn't run into anything, for she isn't damaged in the least."
"If we take her into port we can claim salvage," said Sam.
"Certainly, Sam, and heavy salvage too," came from Tom. "But I must say I'd let a dollar or two of that salvage slip right now just to know the explanation of this mystery. Why, it's like a romance!"
"It's a grand good thing for us," said Dick. "If we hadn't found this steam yacht we might have died of hunger and thirst."
"Yah, dot's so," answered Hans. "Of you blease, Dom, I takes me anudder cub of coffee, hey?"
"Hans, that makes four you've had already!"
"Vell, I vos alful try," answered the German youth, complacently.