"Then I had better keep quiet. But the houseboat—"
"The houseboat will be left just where it is."
"Oh, all right, sir," and the captain breathed a sigh of relief. That he was just a little simple-minded was beyond question.
Leaving the captain a prisoner, Dan Baxter and Lew Flapp made their way with caution toward the houseboat. As they had surmised, the Dora was now totally deserted. They leaped on the deck and entered the sumptuous living room.
"This is fine," murmured Lew Flapp. "They must be living like nabobs on this craft."
"You're right. A piano and a guitar, too." Baxter passed into the dining room. "Real silver on the table. Flapp, we've struck luck."
"Sure."
"That silver is worth just so much money,—when we need the funds."
"Would you sell it?"
"Why not? Didn't I tell you the Rovers robbed my father of a mine? This isn't a fleabite to what they've got that belongs to us." From the dining room the young rascals passed to the staterooms.