"Just the way I feel," added Tom. "Perhaps we've run into some great tragedy."
"Everything on deck is in apple-pie order," was Dick's comment. "It certainly is a mystery. But I am going below."
"Wait, Dick!" cried Sam. "Would it not be as well to arm yourself?"
"Perhaps," was the reply, and then all of the boys procured belaying pins or whatever was handy, with which to ward off a possible attack.
"Maybe they had a lion on board and he ate the whole crew up," suggested Tom.
"Say, of der vos a lion" began Hans, drawing back.
"Oh, Tom is fooling," interrupted Dick. "They don't carry a menagerie on a vessel like this. Why, this is a gentleman's pleasure yacht."
"Well then, bring on the gentleman," responded the irrepressible Tom. "I shouldn't like anything better than to be introduced to him."
They had almost passed to the last step of the companionway when Sam called a sudden halt.
"Boys, perhaps, after all, we had better keep out of that cabin," he said.
"Why, Sam?"
"This may be a pest ship. The whole crew may have died of yellow fever, or something like that!"
