"We'll pull you up!" yelled Dick, for it would mean a lot of work to stop, and back up to the landing place. Up over the rail went tumbling the trunk and suit-case. Dick threw Beeby a rope's end. The stout lad grasped it firmly. He was quite muscular, from his athletic practice at the academy. "Now, all together, fellows!" ordered Dick. "Haul him up!" There was a heave and a pull--a straining and creaking of the rope. Innis planted his feet against the side of the yacht, and "walked" up, after the manner of scaling a wall at the military school. His training stood him in good stead. A moment later Beeby was on deck, and only just in time, for the yacht swung far out from the pier. "Well--I'm--here--fellows," said Beeby, slowly, as he flung a dollar to the dock for the porter. "I--said--I'd--come--and--I'm--here--(puff) I'm--(puff) here--(puff) all right--(puff) am--(puff) I--not--(puff), Dick?" "To use a classical and poetical expression, you _be_," answered Dick, with a laugh, as he grasped his chum's hand, "and we're mighty glad to see you, Innis. Let her go, Captain Barton." The _Albatross_ swung out into the channel. CHAPTER XV TIM MULDOON DISAPPEARS "Well, Beeby, and how are you?" asked the young millionaire, when the late arrival had somewhat recovered his breath, and had slumped down in a steamer chair, with a sigh of relief. "Fine and dandy. Came pretty near not making it, though; didn't I? I'd been visiting some relatives, here in Savannah, and they kept me until the last minute. I tried to run, but----" "The less said about your running the better, Innis. Let me shake hands with the _late_ Mr. Beeby," and Paul Drew joined the group about the fat cadet. "I may be a bit late, but I'm far from being a dead one, Paul. Say, Dick, my boy, it looks very fit here," and the new guest gazed about the yacht with marked approval. "Yes it'll do for a starter," admitted the owner of the _Albatross_. "We've hardly got settled down to the run of things yet." "It looks all right to me," went on Beeby. "She's a pretty boat, and I'm glad I didn't miss her. Got much of a party aboard?" "No, not many. Oh, I forgot, you haven't met my friends, Henry Darby, Frank Bender and Tim Muldoon," and Dick introduced the newsboy with no less ceremony than that with which he presented the young acrobat, who, as some would have regarded it, was more in Innis Beeby's "set." "Glad to meet you fellows," said the fat cadet, rising slowly and ponderously, and shaking hands. "Guess I'm able to go below now, Dick, and stow away my luggage. Where am I to berth; in the engine room?" "We're going to put you forward with the crew," spoke Paul. "They need a fat and jolly companion." "It wouldn't be a bad idea for me," answered Beeby. "I was off yachting down east with a friend of mine, once, and I enjoyed being with the crew immensely. They had no end of good yarns to spin."