"A joke's a joke, but when you ask a man to explain his presence on his own boat, you're coming it just a little thick, eh?
To tell you the truth, I had some sort of an idea of asking you the same question." "What do you mean--your own boat ?" Draconmeyer demanded.
He was, perhaps, the first to realise the situation.

Richard thrust his hands into his pockets and sat upon the edge of the table.
"Seems to me," he remarked, "that you gentlemen have made some sort of a mistake.

Where do you think you are, anyway ?" "On board Schwann's yacht, the _Christabel_," Selingman replied.
Richard shook his head.
"Not a bit of it," he assured them.

"This is the steam-yacht, _Minnehaha_, which brought me over from New York, and of which I am most assuredly the owner.

Now I come to think of it," he went on, "there was another yacht leaving the harbour at the same time.