are several good hotels and many means of spending
a few days there profitably.

The run to Nassau was made without further mishaps, and immediately on
arriving the steam yacht was placed in the hands of some builders who
promised to make the needed repairs without delay. The entire crew
remained on board, as did Aleck Pop, but the Rovers and their friends
put up at a leading hotel for the time being.

After the run on shipboard from Philadelphia to the Bahamas, the
ladies and girls were glad enough to set foot again on land. After one
day of quietness at the hotel the party, went out carriage riding,
and, of course, the boys went along. They saw not a few unusual
sights, and were glad they had their cameras with them.

"We'll have a dandy lot of pictures by the time we get home," said
Sam.

"There is one picture I want more than any other," said Tom.

"One of Nellie, I suppose," and Sam winked.

"Oh, I've got that already," answered the fun-loving Rover unabashed.

"What's that you want?" asked Songbird.

"A picture of that treasure cave with us loading the treasure on the
yacht."

"Now you are talking, Tom!" cried his older brother. "We all want
that. I am sorry we have been delayed here."

"How long vos ve going to sthay here?" questioned Hans.

"The repairs will take the best part of a week, so the ship builders
said."

"Ain't you afraid dot Sid Merrick got ahead of you?"

"I don't know. He may be on his way now, or he may not have started
yet from New York."

"Oh, I hope we don't meet Merrick, or Sobber either!" cried Dora.

On the outskirts of the town was a fine flower garden where roses of
unusual beauty were grown. One day the girls and ladies visited this
and Dick and Songbird went along. In the meantime Tom and Sam walked
down to the docks, to see how the repairs to the _Rainbow_ were
progressing, and also to look at the vessels going out and coming in.

"A vessel is due from New York," said Tom. "I heard them talking about
it at the hotel."

"Let us see if there is anybody on board we know," answered his
brother.

They walked to the spot where the people were to come in, and there
learned that the steamer had sent its passengers ashore an hour
before. A few were at the dock, taking care of some baggage which had
been detained by the custom house officials.

"Well, I never!" exclaimed Tom. "If there isn't Peter Slade! What can
he be doing here?"

Peter Slade had once been a pupil at