above their heads and how to reach it was a problem.
"You can take the ropes from the rafts," suggested Dick. "Perhaps we won't want them any longer."
They took the ropes, tied them together, and Tom threw one end upward. After several failures he got the rope around the rail and the end down within reach, and then he went up hand over hand, in true sailor fashion, for Tom had been a first-class climber from early childhood, "Always getting into mischief," as his Aunt Martha had been wont to say.
"Don't you fellows want to come up?" asked the fun-loving Rover, as soon as he was safe.
"Certainly we do," answered Dick. "Go on, Hans and Sam. I can wait till last."
It was not so easy for Hans to get up and Tom at the top and Dick at the bottom had to aid him. Then Sam went up like a monkey, and the eldest Rover followed, and the crates and boxes, with the campstool, were allowed to drift away.
Once on board the steam yacht the Rovers and Hans looked around with keen curiosity. Not a soul was on deck, in the upper cabin, or in the tiny wheelhouse.
"This is enough to give a fellow the creeps!" declared Sam. "I must say I almost hate to go below."
