The windows were curtained with white dimity and through one of the doors, which stood partly open, they saw an engine. (“Gasolene,” murmured Dick knowingly.) On the hull at the bow was painted the name in bold black letters: Jolly Roger; and above, from a pole at the forward end of the roof-deck was a white flag which, when the little breeze spread its folds, displayed the gruesome skull-and-cross-bones in black!
“Must be a pirate ship,” said Roy, and Harry looked somewhat uneasy until she saw that the others took it as a joke.
“Isn’t she a wonder, though!” exclaimed Chub, half in admiration and half in derision.
“I think she’s perfectly lovely!” cried Harry. “Wouldn’t it be the biggest fun to live in a boat like that and travel all around the world?”
“Well,” Roy laughed, “I don’t believe I’d want to go across the ocean in her! Still you could have lots of fun.”
“Why don’t you buy her?” asked Chub. “She’s for sale, you see.”
Which was true, since on the forward end of the house was a board bearing the inscription in startlingly large letters:
FOR SALE!
INQUIRE WITHIN
OR WITHOUT
“What’s it mean by ‘without’?” asked Harry.
“Without any money,” Chub suggested.