been told all the details of
the adventures in New York.

There were six single and four double staterooms aboard the steam
yacht, so the Rovers and their friends were not crowded for
accommodations, since even a single room contained two berths, an
upper and a lower. Each room was done in white and gold, giving, it a
truly aristocratic appearance. There was a good deal of brass and
nickel plated work, and the metal shone like a mirror.

"I declare it's most too good to use," said Sam, when on a tour of
inspection. "This craft must have cost a sight of money."

"It did," answered his father. "But the owner is a millionaire so he
can well afford it."

The boys were as much interested in the machinery as in anything, and
they visited the engine room and became acquainted with Frank Norton,
the head engineer. They learned that the engine was of the most modern
type, and that the _Rainbow_, in spite of her breadth of beam she was
rather wide could make twenty to twenty six knots an hour in an
ordinary sea.

"And we've got a licence to go where we please," added the head
engineer proudly.

Now that they were aboard the steam yacht the Rover boys were anxious
to be sailing. But they were also anxious to greet their friends and
they awaited the arrival of the others with interest. Fred Garrison
and Hans Mueller came in together, the following noon, Hans lugging a
dress suit case that was as big almost as a dog house.

"Here we are again!" sang out Fred, dropping his baggage and shaking
hands all around. "I declare it's like when we went on the houseboat
trip."

"Maybe I ton't vos glad to drop dot leetle drunk alretty?" said Hans,
indicating his baggage. "He vos veigh most a don, I dink."

"Why didn't you let an expressman bring it?" asked Dick.

"Not much!" declared the German youth, shaking his head vigorously.
"Vonce I haf a pox mid a new hat in him, und I say to a poy, carry dot
und I gif you den cents. Vell he is carrying dot yet, I dink, for I
ton't see dot hat no more, nefer!"

"Well, you won't have to carry any more baggage for a long while to
come," said Mr. Rover, with a smile, and then had Aleck take the
things below. When Hans saw the elegant staterooms, and the main
saloon of the steam yacht with its beautiful mirrors and rich
carvings, his eyes bulged out like saucers.

"Mine cracious!" he gasped. "Vos dis der poat we sail in, udder vos
dis a poat pelonging to Mr. Vanderfellow, or some of dose udde