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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht - A Young Millionaire and The Kidnappers - -Author: Howard R. Garis - -Release Date: November 6, 2016 [EBook #53460] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DICK HAMILTON'S STEAM YACHT *** - - - - -Produced by David Edwards, Martin Pettit and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -+-------------------------------------------------+ -|Transcriber's note: | -| | -|Obvious typographic errors have been corrected. | -| | -+-------------------------------------------------+ - - -[Illustration: "HERE GRIT, OLD FELLOW, GIVE IT TO ME! THAT'S A GOOD -DOG!" - -_Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht._ _Frontispiece_--(_Page 201._)] - - - - -DICK HAMILTON'S STEAM YACHT -OR -A YOUNG MILLIONAIRE AND THE KIDNAPPERS - -BY -HOWARD R. GARIS - -AUTHOR OF "DICK HAMILTON'S FORTUNE," "DICK HAMILTON'S -CADET DAYS," "FROM OFFICE BOY TO REPORTER," "LARRY -DEXTER, REPORTER," "LARRY DEXTER'S GREAT SEARCH," ETC. - -_ILLUSTRATED_ - -NEW YORK -GROSSET & DUNLAP -PUBLISHERS - - - - -BOOKS FOR BOYS - -BY HOWARD R. GARIS - - -THE DICK HAMILTON SERIES - - DICK HAMILTON'S FORTUNE Or The Stirring Doings of a Millionaire's - Son. - - DICK HAMILTON'S CADET DAYS Or The Handicap of a Millionaire's Son - - DICK HAMILTON'S STEAM YACHT Or A Young Millionaire and the - Kidnappers - - DICK HAMILTON'S FOOTBALL TEAM Or A Young Millionaire on the - Gridiron - - (Other volumes in preparation) - - _12mo. Cloth. Illustrated._ - - -THE YOUNG REPORTER SERIES - - FROM OFFICE BOY TO REPORTER Or The First Step in Journalism - - LARRY DEXTER, THE YOUNG REPORTER Or Strange Adventures in a Great - City - - LARRY DEXTER'S GREAT SEARCH Or The Hunt for a Missing Millionaire - - LARRY DEXTER AND THE BANK MYSTERY Or A Young Reporter in Wall - Street - - LARRY DEXTER AND THE STOLEN BOY Or A Young Reporter on the Lakes - - _12mo. Cloth. Illustrated._ - -GROSSET & DUNLAP -PUBLISHERS NEW YORK - - -Copyright, 1911, by -GROSSET & DUNLAP - -_Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht_ - - - - -PREFACE - - -MY DEAR BOYS: - -Perhaps some of you, at one time or another, have had a desire to be -cast away on an island in the middle of the ocean, there to have all -sorts of adventures, to build a boat, and sail away, maybe; or, at any -rate, to have some experience on the great sea. - -Something like this fell to the lot of Dick Hamilton, though he was not -exactly looking for it, and it is my privilege to give you in this, the -third volume of the "Dick Hamilton Series," an account of what happened -to the young millionaire when he had purchased a steam yacht, and -started out on a cruise with some of his friends. - -Dick was marooned on a small island, but, far from that proving a -delightful experience, he was very glad to leave, even though it was on -a raft, which he and his companions constructed. - -How the wealthy youth happened to be marooned there, an account of how -he got his yacht, how he foiled the plans of the kidnappers and his -uncle Ezra Larabee, how the wrong young man was spirited away, how Dick -gave chase, and the surprising rescue at sea--all this you will find set -down in the present book, and I venture to hope that you will like it. -Thanking you for the appreciation you have accorded my previous books, I -remain, - -Yours sincerely, -HOWARD R. GARIS. - - - - -CONTENTS - -CHAPTER PAGE - I DICK'S COMPANY WINS 1 - - II MR. HAMILTON'S LETTER 8 - - III DICK'S STEAM YACHT 18 - - IV UNCLE EZRA'S PLOT 28 - - V DICK IS SHADOWED 45 - - VI DICK ENTERS THE TRAP 56 - - VII THE ESCAPE 65 - - VIII THE FIGHT IN THE DARK 74 - - IX OUT TO SEA 78 - - X UNCLE EZRA'S OFFER 90 - - XI PLUM DUFF FALLS OVERBOARD 97 - - XII SAVED FROM THE SEA 105 - - XIII THE MERMAID'S SONG 112 - - XIV JUST IN TIME 119 - - XV TIM MULDOON DISAPPEARS 127 - - XVI UNCLE EZRA AS A SAILOR 136 - - XVII WIDDY HEARS A VOICE 143 - - XVIII THE PRINCESS PASSES 149 - - XIX AT HAVANA 157 - - XX OFF TO SANTIAGO 163 - - XXI THE KIDNAPPERS 171 - - XXII THE WRONG CAPTIVE 178 - - XXIII DICK ON THE TRAIL 186 - - XXIV OFF FOR STONE ISLAND 192 - - XXV DICK'S YACHT IS GONE 199 - - XXVI MAROONED 209 - - XXVII DICK FINDS HIS RELATIVES 216 - - XXVIII BUILDING A RAFT 225 - - XXIX THE RESCUE 234 - - XXX THE PURSUIT 242 - - XXXI "MAN OVERBOARD!"--CONCLUSION 249 - - - - -DICK HAMILTON'S STEAM YACHT - - - - -CHAPTER I - -DICK'S COMPANY WINS - - -"Halt!" - -The command rang out sharply, and hundreds of cadets came to a stop, -standing as stiff as ramrods, with their eyes staring straight ahead -at--absolutely nothing. - -"Right dress!" - -Captain Dick Hamilton stepped out the regulation number of paces in -front of his company, wheeled on his heel, looked critically over his -command, wheeled about again, and stood at attention. Then he awaited -the approach of Colonel Masterly, superintendent of the Kentfield -Military Academy. - -"Say, fellows, I hope we're looking all right," whispered Jim Perkins, -to his next in line, George Ball. "We want to take first prize, for -Dick's sake, and----" - -"Silence in the ranks!" exclaimed First Lieutenant Paul Drew. "Here come -Colonel Masterly and Major Rockford." - -Dick Hamilton never moved from his rigid position, but with a slight -motion of his hand he cautioned his men to maintain order. For it was -the final inspection, at the close of the academy for the term, and he -wanted his command to have a perfect score. - -Farther along the big parade ground were other companies of cadets, in -their dress uniforms, and in front of them were other captains, as eager -as was Dick to win the coveted medal, which was offered each year for -the best appearing command. - -"Here come the grand-high-muck-a-mucks!" whispered the irrepressible -Perkins. "Stand up straighter, Ball. You're as crooked as a rail fence." - -"Silence!" hissed Lieutenant Drew sharply. Dick was almost ready to -squirm, in his eagerness to turn around and administer a rebuke, yet he -was inwardly laughing at the remark of Perkins. Colonel Masterly, the -head of the big school, and the commandant, Major Rockford, were now -inspecting the company, which was standing stiffly at the right of -Dick's command. The two officers, together with several visitors, and a -colonel from the regular army, were critically examining the ranks of -anxious cadets. - -"I know I've got a speck of dust on my belt," whispered Perkins. "Can't -one of you fellows brush it off with your bayonet?" and he half turned -his head to look at the lad behind him. - -"Si----!" began Lieutenant Drew, but he did not finish, for at that -moment the squad of officers approached, having finished with the other -company. - -Dick stiffened the least bit more in his tracks, if such a thing were -possible, and raised his glittering sword in salute. The inspection was -on. There was no further chance to improve the appearance of his cadets. - -Slowly and carefully the officers looked over the lads, some of whom -felt an uncontrollable desire to sneeze, or to scratch the middle of -their backs. But they nobly resisted. - -Colonel Masterly spoke a few words in a low tone to Major Webster, a -retired army officer, who was the academy instructor in military -tactics. In turn the latter spoke to Major Rockford, and then to Colonel -Whitford, of the regular army. Dick wondered what they were saying, but -as they were behind him now he could not hear. - -The officers paused in front of the joking Perkins. They seemed to see -something. - -"Great Scott!" mused Captain Dick Hamilton. "Has Perk disgraced us by -putting his belt on wrong side out?" Yet he dared not turn to see. A -moment later the inspectors passed on, and Dick breathed easier. Then, -as Colonel Masterly and the others passed behind the rear rank of Dick's -cadets, finishing their examination, and moved on to the next company, -our hero breathed a sigh of relief, and somewhat relaxed his stiff -position. - -"I feel as if I'd just been to the dentist's," whispered Perkins, -though not so quietly but what it carried to every lad in the company. - -"Silence, Perk!" commanded Paul Drew, but he shook with inward laughter. - -There were two more companies to inspect, and until they had been passed -on it would not be known which command had been awarded the prize. - -But the delay was not for long, and presently the group of officers -returned, and stood in front of Dick's company. Colonel Masterly then -announced, in a few, well-chosen words, that the young millionaire's -cadets had won the prize, though, he added, that it had been difficult -to decide, where there was so much general excellence displayed. - -"And so allow me, Captain Hamilton, on behalf of the faculty of the -Kentfield Military Academy, to present you and your company this medal," -went on Colonel Masterly, and stepping forward he handed Dick a small -box, on the white satin lining of which glittered a shield of gold. - -"Three cheers for Captain Hamilton and Company B!" called Captain Teddy -Naylor, of Company E. - -And, though it might have been against strict military rule and practice -the applause was given with a will. Dick flushed with pleasure as he -saluted, and soon ranks were broken, and the inspection was over. - -"Has any one seen Grit?" asked the successful captain, as he and some -chums were strolling over the parade ground, after they had left their -rifles in the armory racks. - -"Here he comes now," remarked Paul Drew. "They had to keep him double -chained, I guess, or he'd have nipped the legs of the entire faculty in -case the medal hadn't gone to Company B." - -"Hi, Grit, old boy!" cried Dick, and a handsome bulldog--that is, -handsome as bulldogs go--leaped upon the youth, and wagged his stump of -a tail so violently that it was a wonder it was not dislocated, while, -at every word from his master, the animal grew so demonstrative that -finally, in the excess of joy, he finally rolled over and over on the -grass, whoofing out the words he could not speak. - -The throng of cadets separated, as the various members of the little -party started for their rooms, to get off the tight dress uniforms, and -don fatigue suits. - -"I say, will you fellows come around to-night?" asked Dick. - -"Sure! What for?" asked Paul. - -"I'm going to have a little spread in honor of our fellows getting the -medal." - -"What a thing it is to be a millionaire!" exclaimed Perkins with a mock -sigh. - -"Oh, cut it out," advised Dick good-naturedly, for he disliked any -reference to his wealth, which, at times, was a handicap rather than a -help. - -"Will Jimmie let you have the grub-fest?" asked Paul, using the cadets' -private title for their superintendent. - -"Sure. He can't refuse very well, after we won the prize. You fellows -come around, and we'll have some fun," and, as there came a chorus of -eager assents, Dick Hamilton hurried to his room. - -There, even before he rid himself of his uncomfortable uniform, he drew -from his pocket a letter which he began to read for perhaps the fifth -time. As he perused it a puzzled look came over his face. - -"I can't understand why dad is so anxious for me to come home and do -some investigating for him," he mused. "I wonder what sort of -investigating it can be? Maybe he wants me to turn detective. Perhaps -some persons have been demanding money from him, and he wants to find -out who they are. Yet it can hardly be that, either. Let's see what he -says about it." - -Then the young millionaire, who had been so taken up with trying for the -annual prize offered for the best appearing company, that he had not had -time to properly read a very important letter he had received from his -father that day, set himself to the task of trying to fathom what his -parent wanted him to do. - -He had not read more than a dozen lines, when there sounded a knock on -his door, and, opening it he saw one of the janitors, Corporal Bill -Handlee, standing there. - -"Well, what is it, Toots?" asked the lad, giving the old soldier the -name bestowed on him from the fact that he was always whistling military -airs. - -"Colonel Masterly wishes to see you, Captain Hamilton." - -"All right. Tell him I'll be with him at once." - -Dick slipped the letter into his pocket, adjusted his uniform, and -hastened out. - -"I wonder if I'll ever get time to read my letter without being -interrupted," he mused. - - - - -CHAPTER II - -MR. HAMILTON'S LETTER - - -Colonel Masterly's summons to the young millionaire was to give him the -permission, asked for shortly after the parade, to have a spread in one -of the unused rooms of the academy, and once that he was assured that -everything was all right, Dick set to work to provide for the good time -he anticipated. - -He hurried into town, and gave orders to a caterer for a "spread" such -as had seldom before been given at Kentfield. Then the lad had to -arrange for various details, improvising tables from boards and -saw-horses, seeing to the seating arrangements, sending out his verbal -invitations, in which Paul Drew helped him, for, as it was impossible to -have the entire student-body at the little dinner, Dick had to confine -it to his closest friends, and the members of his prize company. - -That he had many friends, those of you who have read the previous -volumes of this series will testify, though at first, on coming to the -military academy, Dick's millions had been a handicap to him. The son -of Mortimer Hamilton, of Hamilton Corners, himself a millionaire many -times, Dick had inherited a large fortune from his mother, who had been -dead some years; but, as told in the first volume of this series, -entitled "Dick Hamilton's Fortune," he was not to have the use of this -money until he had complied with certain conditions of Mrs. Hamilton's -will. - -One stipulation was that Dick must make a paying investment of some of -his funds within a year. If he did not do this he was to go and live -with a crabbed old uncle, named Ezra Larabee, of Dankville, and attend a -boarding school of that relative's selection. - -Dick had a taste of what he might expect of his uncle, when he paid a -week's visit to Dankville, and he at once made up his mind that if hard -work would accomplish it, he would make that paying investment, for he -realized that he never could stand life with his uncle and aunt. - -The young millionaire tried several schemes for making money, from -buying real estate to purchasing shares in a gold mine, but, one after -another, they all failed, and the lad was on the verge of having to go -and dwell in the gloomy Dankville house, called "The Firs." - -How Dick fulfilled the conditions of the will, most unexpectedly, from a -small investment he made for a poor youth named Henry Darby, how Grit, -the bulldog, routed Uncle Ezra when he came to take his nephew back -home with him, is told in the first volume, as well as how Dick got the -best of some sharpers who tried to swindle him. - -Secure in the possession of the great fortune his mother had left to -him, Dick began to enjoy life, and did much good with his money, while -he gave not a little pleasure to those not so well off as himself. - -In the second volume, "Dick Hamilton's Cadet Days," our hero was obliged -to fulfill another condition of his mother's will. He was to attend a -military academy, and win his way up, not only in studies, but in the -affections of his classmates, without any influence from his wealth. - -How he succeeded again heavy odds, how there were plots and counterplots -against him, how he fought a duel with one of the cadets who disliked -him, and how he solved the mystery of Corporal Handlee's identity is -told in the second book. - -Dick's first term ended with a glad surprise, just when it looked as if -everything had turned against him, and he came back to Hamilton Corners -to spend the summer vacation, having done more than was expected of him -in the matter of winning his way. - -Dick returned to Kentfield Academy in the fall, and remained there all -that winter. He was promoted to a captaincy, and was more popular than -ever, winning glory for himself and his mates on the gridiron, for he -was one of the best football players who ever wore moleskin. When the -present story opens the summer vacation was again at hand, and during it -Dick was destined to have more stirring adventures than had yet fallen -to his lot. - -It took Dick all the afternoon to complete arrangements for his spread, -even though several of his comrades helped him. There were many details, -however, which he had to see to himself, but finally he had the -assurance of the caterer that everything necessary would be sent out to -the academy. - -Dick gave his personal check for the cost, and it was not a small sum, -but the young millionaire had plenty of money to his credit. Then he -hurried home to dress for the affair. - -"Oh, you look good enough; come on!" exclaimed Paul Drew to Dick, as the -latter was surveying his uniform in a small glass in their room that -night, just before the time set for the farewell supper. "This isn't a -fancy dress ball, and there aren't going to be any girls at it. Don't -primp!" "I'm not primping, but the tailor made this coat too tight, and -I'm afraid if I reach across the table I'll split it down the middle." - -"Which, the table or the coat?" - -"Both," retorted Dick, and then, to test the garment, he stretched out -his arms. There was an ominous ripping sound, and he hastily threw back -his shoulders in alarm. - -"What did I tell you?" he asked, reproachfully. - -"Don't stretch; that's all," advised Paul. "But come on if you're -coming." - -They descended to the improvised banquet hall. The place was tastefully -arranged, except that Toots had taken the cut flowers Dick had -ordered--a mass of roses, pinks and smilax--and stuck them into a big -water pitcher in the centre of the table. - -"Oh, wow! See that!" cried Dick. "It looks like a boarding-house -hash-foundry! Here, Paul, help me scatter the posies more artistically. -They remind me of a cabbage-head at a county fair; but Toots meant all -right." - -The two cadets soon had made several bouquets of the flowers, and set -them in different places on the table, producing a much more artistic -effect. Then Dick stepped back to admire it. - -"I smell grub!" cried a voice outside. - -"Hash and baked beans!" added another. - -"Pickled pigs' feet!" was a third contribution. - -"If I can't have quail on toast, stuffed with horse chestnuts and -snowballs I'll not play!" howled a fourth. - -"Here they come," said Paul, significantly. - -"I hear 'em," replied Dick, with a grin. - -The door flew open, and in rushed a crowd of the cadets of Dick's -company. At the sight of their captain, they stopped momentarily, and -several hands rose in salute. - -"Drop it!" cried Dick, warningly. "We're here to have fun. The book of -rules and military tactics has been burned at the stake. We're all -alike, now." - -"That is, we're all hungry," added Perkins, with a laugh. "Say, but this -is going some; eh, fellows?" - -"Talk about a grand spread!" exclaimed Ball. "This puts it all over -anything I've been to since my sister had a surprise party." - -"Glad you like it," remarked Dick, simply. To do him credit the banquet -was really quite an elaborate affair, and he had spared no money to have -it just as his cultured taste told him it should be, even if it were an -informal affair. - -More cadets came piling in, laughing and shouting, until the room was -filled. - -"Sit down, fellows," invited Dick, and when they were in their chairs he -gave orders to the caterer's men to serve the spread. From then on there -was heard the clatter of knives, forks and spoons, the rattle of dishes -mingling with the talk and laughter of the guests. - -"Dick, you've got to make a speech!" shouted Perkins. "Tell us how we -won the medal." - -"No speeches," mumbled Dick, his mouth half full of roast chicken. - -"Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!" yelled a score of voices. They were -not to be denied, and Dick, blushing in spite of his effort to remain -cool, stood up. - -"All I've got to say is that it was you fellows who won the prize--not -me," he said. "I'm proud of you, proud of--er--and proud of--er--that -is--Oh, hang it all! Go on eating. There's lots more when this is gone!" -and Dick sat down, amid laughter and applause. - -The banquet proceeded amid much merriment. There were songs and college -yells, and the musicians hired by Dick added to the din. - -"What are you going to do this summer?" asked Paul Drew, who, as first -lieutenant, sat at the young captain's right hand. - -"Don't know. Haven't exactly made up my mind yet. I want to travel, but -I fancy dad has some plans for me. By Jove! that reminds me. I got a -letter from him this morning, but I haven't had a chance to read it -through and get the hang of it yet, though I've tried half a dozen -times. It's something important, but I don't know just what it is." - -"Go ahead and read it now," advised Paul. "The bunch is singing the -'Cannon Song' and they won't notice." - -"Guess I will," agreed the young millionaire, and he drew out the -letter. It was filled with general news of Hamilton Corners, and Mr. -Hamilton expressed the pleasure it would be to see his son again, when -school closed. Then followed this: - - - "Now, Dick, I've got what may prove quite a task for you this - summer. I don't know what your plans are, but I hope you will have - time to give me a little assistance. - - "You remember I once spoke to you of some valuable property your - mother owned, and how I planned to form a syndicate and erect a - large factory on it. Well, I started the syndicate, got a number of - friends interested in it, and we were ready to go ahead when - unexpected difficulties cropped up. We found it hard to interest - outside capital because of a certain flaw in the title to the - property, and, curiously enough, the flaw has to do with some - distant relatives of your mother. - - "These relatives have disappeared, and I have been unable to get a - trace of them. It is very necessary that I find them, and I am in - hopes that you can help me. So, Dick, there is work cut out for you - this summer, if you wish to do it. Come home as soon as you can - after the academy closes, and I will tell you more about this. It - is very important, not alone to me, but to a number of - comparatively poor persons who have invested money in this - enterprise, and who may lose if the affair is not straightened out. - I am depending on you to help me." - - -Dick folded up the letter and put it back in his pocket. His face wore a -serious look. - -"Any bad news?" asked Paul, anxiously. - -"No; only it seems that I'm about to start off on a mysterious quest for -missing relatives." - -"That sounds good. Wish I had something like that to occupy me this -summer. I hope you have luck." - -"Thanks. I haven't the least idea where I'm to go, or how. But dad will -explain when I get home." - -"Come on, now, everybody! We're going to sing 'Farewell to Old -Kentfield'!" cried Ed Watson. "Everybody!" - -The cadets leaped to their feet, and soon the strains of the grand old -song welled out of the banquet hall. Grit, the bulldog was hoisted to a -place of honor on two chairs, beside Dick, and he looked on as if he -understood it all. - -The banquet was nearing an end, and at last, with a clasping of hands -around the tables, and a rendering of another verse of the song, while -cheers for Dick were mingled with the strains, the affair came to a -close. - -"What's your hurry?" asked Paul, as Dick walked toward his room in the -barrack building. - -"I'm going to pack up to-night, and take the first train for home in the -morning. I'm anxious to find out what dad wants of me." - -"That's so; you're going off to trail a forty-second grand-aunt, or -something like that. Well, I may see you this summer," and the two -friends shook hands. - -The next morning, after a prolonged series of farewells, Dick and his -bulldog took a train for Hamilton Comers, a fair-sized town in one of -our middle western states. - -"I wonder where dad's quest will lead me?" mused Dick, as the train -speeded him homeward. Little did he realize what perils were to follow -his search for the missing relatives. - - - - -CHAPTER III - -DICK'S STEAM YACHT - - -Entering the front hall of his home, some hours later, with Grit leaping -joyfully about at his heels, Dick was greeted by Gibbs, the butler, with -a warmth warranted by many years of service in the Hamilton family. - -"Is my father at home, Gibbs?" asked Dick. - -"He's in the library, Mr. Dick. Your uncle is with him." - -"My uncle? You mean----?" - -"Mr. Larabee," finished the butler. - -"Oh!" exclaimed Dick, regretfully. "Uncle Ezra here!" he murmured. "I -wonder what's wrong at Dankville? Or, maybe there's some new plan afoot, -and that I have, after all, to go and live with him." There was dismay -on Dick's face. - -For Uncle Ezra Larabee was not a very pleasant individual. He was quite -wealthy, but he did not enjoy his money. He had a fine place at -Dankville, a village about a hundred miles from Hamilton Corners, but -the house, which was gloomy in itself, was hidden in the midst of a -grove of dark fir trees, that made it more gloomy than ever. Inside -scarcely a room was open to the sunlight, and once, when on his -trial-visit, Dick had opened the parlor to look at some pictures, his -Aunt Samanthy exclaimed in horror that the apartment was never used save -for funerals. - -Dick's Uncle Ezra was a curious, crabbed sort of a man, who doubtless -meant well, but who had a queer way of showing it. He liked order and -neatness to extreme, and there was not a misplaced stick or a stone -about his farm and house. He even disliked to have persons step on the -gravel walks, for fear of dislodging some of the small stones, and -spoiling the trim symmetry of the paths. - -Mr. Larabee was very fond of money--too fond, Mr. Hamilton used to -think, for the millionaire was of a generous disposition. Uncle Ezra -never could reconcile himself to Dick having such a fortune in his own -right. More than once he and his nephew had quarreled over what Uncle -Ezra called the "foolishness" of Mrs. Hamilton, his sister, leaving so -much money to a mere youth. Of a sour disposition, hating to spend a -cent unnecessarily, somewhat bitter against Dick's habit of making his -money bring him pleasure, and helping others with his wealth, it is no -wonder that when Uncle Ezra came to Hamilton Corners Dick was not happy. -Mr. Hamilton himself was not overly-fond of his brother-in-law, but he -always treated him well. - -"I suppose I may as well go in the library, say how d'ye do to my -respected relative, and get a bad job over with," remarked Dick, in no -pleasant frame of mind at the information Gibbs furnished. "Uncle Ezra -will be sure to scold me for 'wasting my time' as he calls it, at the -military school, and he's positive to make a fuss about Grit. He always -does. Grit, old man, I guess you'd better stay out in the hall, until we -get this business over with. You remember Uncle Ezra, don't you?" - -Grit whined, and growled. Evidently he did remember. It was no easy -matter to make him stay away from Dick, and out in the hall, but he knew -when to mind, and, with a sort of reproachful look on his ugly but -honest face, the bulldog stretched out on a rug, as much as to say: - -"Don't be any longer than you can help, Dick." - -Dick could hear the voices of his father and uncle in the big, handsome -library, where our hero had spent many pleasant hours with his favorite -books. Mr. Larabee was speaking. - -"I tell you what it is, Mortimer," he remarked to his brother-in-law. -"It's all a sinful waste of money, and the sooner you find it out the -better. Why it's the most crazy idea of any that my sister ever got into -her head! Don't let Dick do it!" - -"They're talking about me," thought the young millionaire, and he hardly -knew whether to go in, or wait for another time. But, before he could -move away from the door, he heard his father's voice. - -"Well, Ezra, I don't agree with you, but that's not strange, since I -seldom do." - -"It would be a lot better if you did," snarled Uncle Ezra. - -"There are two opinions about that. At any rate, I shall carry out the -wishes of my wife. She wished Dick to be brought up in a certain way, -and I shall do my best to fulfil her plans. She would have done it -herself had she lived. So Dick shall make the experiment. I know it will -do him good. He needs change after a hard winter in school." - -"But, Mortimer, think of the cost! It's going to be awful!" and there -was agony in the crabbed old man's voice. - -"Oh, it won't cost such a pile, Ezra. Besides, Dick can afford it, and -if he can't I can. The money couldn't be put to better use." - -"Yes it could, Mortimer. There's where you're mistaken. It could be -invested in tenement houses, and made to pay big interest. You -could----" - -"I'll never build tenements with any of my money, nor with Dick's, -either!" interrupted Mr. Hamilton. "I don't want to make a profit out of -the poor." - -"Then invest it in stocks or bonds," went on Mr. Larabee, eagerly. "They -pay well." - -"I have enough investments as it is, and so has Dick," answered the -millionaire. "No, Ezra, I have made up my mind. Dick shall have a chance -to see the world--or, at least, part of it. As soon as he comes home -I'll tell him of his mother's plan----" - -Dick thought it time to make his presence known. He rattled the knob of -the library door, and heard a start of surprise from within. Then he -entered. - -"Hello, dad!" he exclaimed, fairly rushing up to Mr. Hamilton, and -clasping his two hands in an eager grip. "How are you, Uncle Ezra?" - -"Why, Dick, my boy!" cried the rich man, heartily, "I didn't expect you -so soon. Oh, but I _am_ glad to see you! It's like old times to have you -back! Where's Grit?" And he clapped his son on the back more like some -fellow-cadet than a father. - -"I--I left Grit outside, dad." - -"Have you got that miserable dog yet?" demanded Uncle Ezra, giving Dick -one finger to shake, and that rather grudgingly. - -"Grit is outside, Uncle. I knew you didn't like him, and----" - -"Like him? I should say not! Why that critter eats as much as a horse, -and doesn't do a stroke of work to pay for his keep." - -"Well, Dick, how are you?" asked his father, holding him off at arm's -length, to get a better view. "My, but you've grown, though you're a -little pale." - -"Yes, there wasn't much chance to tan up in the winter. But I'm glad to -get home. How's everybody? You're looking well yourself, dad. Oh, Uncle -Ezra," spoke Dick quickly, as he thought of something, "how's Aunt -Samanthy?" - -"Oh, she ain't as well as she might be. She has something the matter -with her stomach, and the medicine she has to take is very -expensive--very! Besides, she's had the doctor real frequent of late, -and that runs up an expense; not that I mind it so much, but it seems -doctors charge more than they used to. No, your Aunt Samanthy ain't as -well as she might be." - -"I'm sorry to hear that," murmured Dick, as sympathetically as he could. - -"Everything go off well at school?" asked Mr. Hamilton. - -"Yes, dad; and my company took first prize." - -"Good! Glad to hear it." - -"I treated the boys to a good feed on the strength of it, too, last -night." - -"That's right." - -"Did it cost much?" asked Uncle Ezra, putting his hand into his pocket, -doubtless to see if his purse were safe. - -"Oh, not so very much; but it was worth all it cost." - -"A sinful waste of money!" murmured the crabbed old man. "You could have -given them coffee and sandwiches, just as well as an elaborate supper, -Richard." - -"Well, we're glad to have you back, Dick," went on Mr. Hamilton, hoping -to change the subject. "Didn't expect you until this evening. We were -just talking about you--your uncle and I." - -"Yes--I--er--I overheard some of it," said Dick. - -"Then I hope you'll profit by it!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra, quickly. "For -of all the foolish, nonsensical, wasteful, extravagant ideas, the one -your father has got into his head now is the worst I ever heard." - -Dick looked questioningly at his parent. - -"Your Uncle Ezra doesn't agree with what I am going to propose, Dick," -said the millionaire with a laugh, "but I hope you will. I did not -intend telling you this until to-morrow, but it will do no harm to -mention it now. - -"Dick, your mother, as you know, had very advanced ideas as to what a -young man with considerable wealth ought to do with it. Some of her -plans for you have already been carried out. There are others which are -mere suggestions, communicated to me before she--before she left us," -and Mr. Hamilton spoke softly, while Dick felt a lump come into his own -throat. - -"Dick, my boy, your mother wanted to have you see the world, when you -got old enough to appreciate the beauties of it, and I think you are at -about the right age to begin now. She suggested to me that, when I -thought it wise, I should let you have a well-equipped steam yacht, and -cruise about during an entire summer." - -"A steam yacht, dad!" cried the youth, his eyes sparkling. - -"That's it, Dick. How do you like the idea?" - -"Like it? Why, dad, it's immense! Great! Fine! When can I have it, and -where can I go?" - -"You may have it as soon as you like, and go where you please--that is, -except to cross the ocean. I hardly think I'd like to have you venture -as far as that on your first voyage. Otherwise you're unrestricted; -though I have a suggestion to make later." - -"Oh, dad! Do you really mean it? A steam yacht all for myself?" - -"Certainly, and you can take along as many of your friends as you -please. Perhaps Uncle Ezra would like to go." - -"Who, me? Are you crazy, Mortimer? I wouldn't go in one for a thousand -dollars, and besides, I can't spare the time from my business and farm. -My hired man would be sure to burn the barn down, and I'd lose more -money than I could make in a year. No sea voyages for me!" - -"Am I going to have a yacht made to order?" asked Dick. "Because if I -am, it will take so long that I can't get started this summer." - -"That's right," agreed Mr. Hamilton. "So you had better look around for -a good boat that has been slightly used. I think you can find one in -New York. There, the news is out, Dick, and I hope you are pleased." - -"Pleased? I can't begin to thank you! I wonder where I shall go?" - -"I may have something to suggest on that score later," went on Mr. -Hamilton. "Just now, suppose we have a little lunch. Come, Ezra." - -"Not for me, Mortimer!" exclaimed Mr. Larabee. "It's bad for the -digestion to eat between meals, and besides, it's a wasteful habit. But, -Nephew Richard, I want to protest against this idea of you buying a -steam yacht, and squandering money on travel. There is no sense in it! -You had much better put the money out at interest. I can sell you some -shares in a woolen mill I own, and you could spend your summer vacation -in the factory, learning a useful trade." - -"No, thank you, Uncle Ezra, I think I'll do as my mother wished me to, -and travel," said Dick. - -"Oh, the wastefulness of this rising generation!" murmured the old man. -"It is terrible! Terrible!" - -Dick and his father turned to leave the library. - -"A steam yacht! A steam yacht all for myself and friends! It's too good -to be true!" cried Dick enthusiastically, as he linked his arm in his -father's. "Can't you come along, dad?" - -"I'm afraid not. But now let's discuss some details. You haven't any too -much time. Come along, Ezra, and have a cup of coffee, anyhow." - -Mr. Ezra Larabee declined and lingered behind as his nephew and -brother-in-law left the handsome room. - -"A steam yacht," murmured the old man. "A sinful waste of money! It's -time I took a hand in this! Mortimer Hamilton is crazy to let his son do -this. It will be the ruination of the boy. I--I must stop this waste of -money in some way, even if I have to prevent him--but no, I mustn't even -whisper it. But I have a plan--I have a plan! Perhaps, after all, I can -keep Richard from becoming a spendthrift. That would be terrible! I must -try! I must try!" and, rubbing his gnarled hands together, the old man -sat down in an easy chair. There was a look of cunning and craftiness on -Mr. Larabee's face, and, as he thought of something, a smile spread -itself over his wrinkled features, and the little tuft of white whiskers -on his chin moved up and down as he mumbled to himself: - -"I must prevent it! I must prevent it! I can think of some scheme. The -Hamilton fortune shan't be squandered if I can help it, for it will come -to me and my wife when they--when they are both gone, and I'm going to -live a good while yet--a good while," and Uncle Ezra rubbed his dry -hands together, and chuckled in a mirthless fashion. - -Meanwhile Dick and his father talking over the scheme of purchasing a -steam yacht, were all unconscious of the plot that Mr. Larabee was -planning against them. - - - - -CHAPTER IV - -UNCLE EZRA'S PLOT - - -"This isn't to be altogether a pleasure trip, Dick," went on Mr. -Hamilton, when he and his son were alone in the reception hall. "I -suppose you got my letter, telling you about some distant relatives I -need to locate?" - -"Yes, I got your note, but you didn't go into details." - -"No, it wasn't exactly safe, in a letter. I'll tell you about it now, -and I hope you can combine business and pleasure. How would you like to -sail for Cuba?" - -"Cuba? Fine! That would suit me." - -"Well, I'd like to have you make a trip down there, and, after you find -the persons I'm looking for, you can cruise somewhere else; along the -New England coast, if you like." - -"All right, dad. Let's hear the story." - -"I think I never told you," began Mr. Hamilton, "that your mother had -some distant relatives in Cuba. One of her cousins named Rose Martin -married a Cuban gentleman, named Raphael Valdez. For a time they were -quite well off, but, just before your mother left us she learned that -her cousin had died, and that her husband and son were in want. - -"Your mother endeavored to send them some relief, but just then the -Spanish-American war broke out, and all trace was lost of the Valdez -family, who were of Spanish extraction. Your mother grieved very much at -not being able to help her relatives, even if they were so distantly -related, and I promised that I would aid her. - -"Then--then came your mother's death," and Mr. Hamilton's voice -faltered. "I had many cares, and the matter slipped from my mind. Now, -it is to find, if possible, these people that I wish you to go to Cuba, -Dick." - -"In order to give them aid?" - -"Yes, if they need it; but also for another reason. That reason I hinted -at in my letter. It seems that, some time ago, your mother purchased a -large piece of valuable property in the business section of New York. It -has increased in value of late, and a syndicate has been formed to erect -a large office building on it. I am interested in it--in fact, I hold a -majority of the stock. - -"Well, when the time came to interest outsiders, and borrow money to -erect the building, for I do not care to finance it all alone, we found -that there was a flaw in the deed. Your mother paid cash for the -property, and she thought she had a good title, but it seems that now, -when the ownership has passed to me by will, that the names of this -Senor Valdez and his son are needed on the deed." - -"And you want me to locate them, and get their signatures?" asked Dick. - -"Either that, or bring them to Hamilton Corners, or New York, where they -can sign. I also want you to aid them if they are in want. I have had -several firms of lawyers, both in New York and in Cuba, looking for the -Valdez family, but no trace of them can be found. I have spent much time -and money on it, for I want this matter cleared up. The whole thing is -hanging fire until we can get those signatures. Outside capital will not -be invested in the enterprise, for the title guarantee company will not -certify to the title while this flaw exists. So you see it is very -necessary to find the Valdez father and son, and I hope you can do it." - -"But couldn't you erect the building on this land yourself, and finance -it alone?" - -"I could, but it is a sort of philanthropic enterprise. It is a stock -company, and the funds of widows and orphans are tied up in it. If it -goes through they will make considerable money, but if it does not they -will lose. Of course, I could step in and take entire financial -responsibility, but if I did this it might be said that I had put up a -game, to enrich myself at the expense of the poor who invested their -money because I stood back of the enterprise. It would look as though I -had invented this fact of the title not being clear, to gain some -advantage." - -"I see," said Dick. - -"Another thing," went on his father. "Your mother left a certain sum, -under her will, to Senor Valdez and his son, and they are also, it -seems, entitled to a tenth part of this New York property, and I wish -them to have their rights. - -"So I want to find these people, get their signatures to a deed, and the -title will be clear. Then the work can proceed, the building will be -erected, and all will be well. It is very important, Dick, and it is -growing more so every day. - -"That is why this plan of your mother's to have you get a steam yacht -happens at a good time. You can go to Cuba, and begin this search for -me--the search in which the lawyers have failed." - -"Well, dad, I'll do my best!" exclaimed the young millionaire. - -"And it will be just as well if your Uncle Ezra doesn't know that you -are going to Cuba to look for your mother's relatives," went on Mr. -Hamilton. "Not that it would make any particular difference, only I -would prefer that the fact did not become generally known. So, -ostensibly, you will be going on a mere pleasure trip, and in a sense it -will be that, for you will probably take some of your friends along." - -"So I will, dad. It will be great!" - -"Well, now that so much is settled, we can defer talking about the rest -until after supper," suggested Mr. Hamilton, as he and his son walked -toward the dining-room. - -"About how large a yacht do you think I ought to get, dad?" asked Dick, -as the butler placed their chairs at the table. - -"Well, suit yourself about that. Of course, you want a good, seaworthy -craft, but I shouldn't get one too large. If you do you'll have to -engage a big crew to help navigate it; and again, while I have no wish -to restrict you in the spending of your fortune, you will find yachting -pretty expensive." - -"Expensive! I should say it was, Mortimer!" exclaimed Mr. Larabee, -coming into the dining-room at that moment. "Don't think of letting -Richard have a yacht." - -"We have already discussed that," said Mr. Hamilton, somewhat coldly, -"and my mind is made up. Better have something to eat, Ezra." - -"Well, I will have a bit of dry toast and a cup of weak tea. I don't -believe that will give me the dyspepsia," and the butler tried to -conceal a smile as he set before the crabbed old man the very frugal -repast. - -Dick and his father talked yachting from the beginning until the end of -the meal, and Uncle Ezra Larabee was a silent, but objecting listener. -Occasionally a crafty look came over his face, to be replaced by one of -agony when Dick mentioned the spending of large sums of money. At -length, Mr. Hamilton said: - -"Well, my boy, I think the simplest way out of it would be for you to -go to New York, and look around for yourself. Perhaps you may pick up a -bargain in a steam yacht. You have my full permission to do as you think -best, only, as I said, don't get too large a craft. Take a week for the -task, and I think you'll get what you want." - -"That's what I'll do, dad. I'll go to New York in a few days, and see -what I can do." - -"Perhaps your Uncle Ezra would like to go with you," went on Mr. -Hamilton. - -"Who, me?" exclaimed the old man, carefully picking up from the -table-cloth some crumbs of toast and eating them. "No, Mortimer, I -haven't any money to waste on trips to New York. Living is frightfully -expensive there." - -"I'll pay for everything," said Dick, generously. - -"No--no," and his uncle spoke slowly, and with an evident effort. -"I--I--er--I've got to get back to Dankville. I know some of my hired -men will waste the oats in feeding the horse, or else they'll burn too -much kerosene oil, sitting up nights to read useless books. No, I must -get back. The gravel walks need raking, and I always cut my lawn this -time of year. I'll go home. But, before I go, I want to have a little -talk with you, Mortimer, on a very serious subject." - -"All right, Ezra. I guess Dick will excuse us." - -Mr. Hamilton arose from the table, followed by his brother-in-law. As -Uncle Ezra pushed back his chair there was a mingled howl and growl, -followed by a short bark. - -"Grit!" cried Dick. "You've stepped on my bulldog, Uncle Ezra!" - -"Served him right!" snapped the old man. "Dogs have no business in the -house. I'd have him shot if he were mine!" - -An angry retort rose to Dick's lips, but by an effort he calmed himself. - -"Here, Grit, old fellow," he called soothingly, and the dog crawled up -to him, limping slightly. - -"Dogs are no good," went on Mr. Larabee, pointing a long, lean finger at -Grit. "If he were mine I'd----" - -He didn't finish the sentence, for the bulldog, with the hair on the -ridge of his back standing up in anger, and with his lips parted in an -ugly snarl, darted away from Dick. The animal might have sprung at Mr. -Larabee, but for the restraining hand of his master on his collar. -However, the crabbed old man did not wait. Toward the library he fled, -crying out: - -"Hold him, Richard! Hold him! If he bites me I'll sue your father for -damages!" - -He reached the library and slammed shut the door. Mr. Hamilton followed -more slowly, endeavoring not to smile or laugh. - -"Better put Grit outside, Dick," he said. "Your uncle is going home in -the morning." - -"All right," agreed the young millionaire, somewhat regretfully. "Come -on, Grit, old man, we'll go out to the stable and see how Rex is getting -along," for Dick had not greeted his pet horse since his return from the -academy. - -Mr. Hamilton continued on to the library, and tried the door. It was -locked. - -"Let me in, Ezra," he called. - -"Is that savage dog gone?" inquired Mr. Larabee, with anxiety in his -voice. - -"Yes, Dick has taken him to the stable." - -"That's where he belongs. Wait a minute and I'll open the door." - -There were sounds inside, as though tables and chairs were being moved -away from the portal, and then Uncle Ezra's lean face was thrust -carefully out of a crack of the door, as he cautiously opened it. He -took a survey up and down the hall, and, seeing no signs of Grit, swung -the door wider. - -"He wouldn't hurt you," said Mr. Hamilton, as he entered. "Grit is as -gentle as a lamb." - -"Lamb! Humph, you can't make me believe that!" snorted Mr. Larabee. -"He'd have bitten me if I'd stayed there." - -Mr. Hamilton did not answer, but drawing up an easy chair, and -indicating another for his brother-in-law, inquired: - -"What was it you wanted to see me about, Ezra?" - -"It's this," went on Mr. Larabee, walking over and locking the library -door. "I'm going back to Dankville to-morrow, but, before I go, I -consider it my duty to make one last appeal to you not to let Richard go -off on this yachting cruise." - -"Why not?" - -"Because it will squander a lot of money that he ought to save up -against the time of need." - -"Oh, Dick has plenty, and so have I." - -"That may be, but it's the wrong sort of training for a young man. -Richard ought to be taught the habits of thrift and frugality." - -"His mother and I think he ought to be trained to fulfill his station in -life, which is that of a millionaire. Did you ever stop to think, Ezra, -that a millionaire may do good by spending his money freely, not -foolishly." - -"No, I don't know as I ever did." - -"Well, he can. Think of how many persons he keeps employed, and how he -helps to give them a chance to earn their living." - -"Well, Mortimer, you and I never will think alike on that subject. But -will you do as I ask--not let Richard waste this money for a yacht?" - -"I'm afraid I can't do as you ask, Ezra. I've promised Dick that he may -have the boat, and I'm sure it will do him good." - -"Humph!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra. Then his face took on a hard and -determined look. - -"Mortimer," he said finally, after a silence, "I don't like to -interfere, but you must remember that Richard's mother was my only -sister. I loved her, though I did not agree with some of her views. I'm -fond of Richard, and I want to see him grow up a careful and saving man. -But he never will as long as you allow him to go on in this fashion." - -"I'm afraid it's too late to change our plan, Ezra." - -"No, it's not too late! I'll take a hand in this myself. If you won't -bring your son up in the right way, then I'll do it for you!" - -The lean old man had arisen from his chair, and was excitedly pacing the -room. - -"Why, Ezra, what do you mean?" asked Mr. Hamilton, wondering what sudden -emotion had possessed his brother-in-law. - -Then Mr. Larabee seemed to recollect himself. His manner suddenly -changed. - -"Excuse me, Mortimer," he said more mildly. "I spoke too hastily. I--I -wasn't thinking what I was saying. I--I--er--that is, I had some hopes -that you might let Richard come to live with me and Samanthy at The Firs -for a time. I would give him good training." - -"I've no doubt you would, Ezra, but Dick doesn't want to go, and I have -fallen in with his late mother's plan of having him travel and see the -world. Besides, there is another important phase to it." - -"Very well," spoke Mr. Larabee, and he seemed to be careful of his -words. "Then we'll say no more about it, Mortimer. Now, I think I'll get -ready to return to Dankville." - -"Why, it's too soon. You're not going until morning, are you?" - -"No, but I must get my things in order, and I have some business to -attend to. I think I'll go do it now. Do you think that savage dog is -out of the way?" - -"Oh, yes; you needn't fear him." - -Mr. Larabee cautiously unlocked the library door, and looked out. Then -he stepped into the hall. The coast was clear, and he went upstairs to -his room. Mr. Hamilton remained in the library. - -As Dick's uncle reached the head of the stairs, he turned and looked -toward the room where his brother-in-law was sitting. - -"So you won't agree to my plan, to save your son from being a -spendthrift, eh?" he murmured. "Then, I'll do it for you in spite of you -and him! I'll prevent Richard from wasting all of his money, if I have -to lock him up away from you, and where you can't see him." - -After supper that night, or, rather, following dinner, as Gibbs, the -butler, preferred to call it, Dick saddled Rex, his horse, and galloped -over to town in the pleasant late June evening. As he was turning into -the main street he saw a wagon coming toward him, drawn by a sleek, fat -horse, and driven by a genial-faced lad of about our hero's age. - -"Hello, Henry!" called the young millionaire, pleasantly, drawing rein. -"Got a new horse, I see. How's the old iron business? Rattling away, I -suppose?" - -"That's right," answered Henry Darby, with a laugh. "But this isn't a -new horse, Dick." - -"No? You don't mean to say that it's the one you used to have--the same -one that couldn't draw the load of iron when I once met you?" - -"The same one. I bought him from the man who sold me the iron, and I -fattened him up. The horse got rid of the ringbone, spavin, blind -staggers, dinkbots, and a few other things he had, and he's all right -now." - -"You must have fed him on some iron filings to make him so strong," for -the animal was pulling a heavy load. - -"No, I didn't do that, but maybe he got out of the stable and helped -himself to an old radiator or a wagon tire once in a while. So you're -back from the military school, Dick?" - -"Yes, and glad of it in a way. I'm going to have a steam yacht, and -travel around a bit this vacation." - -"My, oh my! Some folks are born lucky!" cried Henry, with a jolly laugh. -"Now, if I'd only been rich instead of good looking I'd buy a yacht, -too," and the two lads, both of whom were really fine-appearing chaps, -laughed together. - -"I'll give you a ride when you get your vacation," promised Dick. - -"The trouble is I never get one," replied Henry. "The old iron business, -that you helped me start on such a good footing, takes all my time. -Well, I must be traveling, Dick. This horse hasn't had his supper, yet, -and he needs it. So long." - -"So long, Henry. Come over and see me when you get a chance." - -"Humph! There aren't many millionaires who would give a fellow like me -such an invitation as that," remarked Henry Darby as he drove along, -while Dick galloped off in the opposite direction. - -Dick met several of his friends in town, and spent a pleasant hour -chatting with them, before he trotted leisurely back home. He found his -father reading in the library, but Uncle Ezra had gone to bed early, as -he said he must take the first train for home in the morning. Mr. -Hamilton did not tell his son of the peculiar words and actions of his -uncle. - -"Well, Dick," said Mr. Hamilton, musingly, "I suppose you'll soon be -going to New York, to buy your yacht." - -"Day after to-morrow, dad." - -"All right. I'll give you a letter to my lawyers there, and they'll see -to the transfer of the boat, and attend to the legal matters. Now, don't -buy any gilt-edged mining shares, Dick," and Mr. Hamilton smiled grimly, -in memory of a visit his son once paid to the metropolis, as related in -the first volume of this series. - -"I'll not," promised the young millionaire, and, after he and his father -had spent an hour chatting in the big apartment, the walls of which were -lined with many books, Dick retired to bed, Mr. Hamilton soon -following. - -Dick's room was over an extension to the main part of the house, and was -fitted up like the "den" of any other lad, whether he has a million -dollars to his credit, or only one. There were various trophies, some -swords and guns, Indian relics, odds and ends of no earthly use to any -one but a boy, and a few pictures. Yet, everything in it meant something -to Dick, and, after all, that is the real way to decorate a "den." - -Mr. Larabee, the next day, completed his preparations for returning to -The Firs, and Dick began to pack for his trip to New York. He offered to -drive his uncle to the railroad station in his auto runabout, but Mr. -Larabee did not trust autos. - -"Besides," he added, "you might run over somebody, and then they'd bring -a suit for damages, and I'd be liable for part of it, on account of -being in the car with you. No, I'll walk and save the street-car fare." - -"I'll take all responsibility for the damage," promised Dick, but his -uncle would not agree to an auto trip, and walked. - -As Mr. Larabee said good-by to his brother-in-law and nephew, he -murmured to himself: - -"I certainly must put my plan into operation. That boy Richard has -absolutely no idea of the value of money. I must save him from himself -and his father. I certainly must." - -Uncle Ezra was very thoughtful on his way home that day. Riding in the -train he worked out the details of a plot that was destined to have a -very important effect on Dick's life. - -"It's a little risky," thought Mr. Larabee, as the train neared -Dankville station, "and it's going to cost me considerable, but I can -get it back from the Hamilton fortune in the end, and I can charge -interest on whatever I spend. It's in a good cause, and I'll do it, for -I must teach Richard the value of a dollar!" - -Mr. Larabee reached home, and was welcomed by his wife, who carefully -watched him to see that he wiped his feet as he entered the house. He -told of his visit to his brother-in-law's house, and denounced Mr. -Hamilton's action in letting Dick have a steam yacht. Then, after a -frugal meal, the lights were put out, to save kerosene oil, and the -gloomy house of The Firs was shrouded in darkness. - -But, somehow, Uncle Ezra Larabee couldn't sleep. He tossed from side to -side in the bed, and, now and then, he muttered to himself: - -"I'll do it! I vum I'll do it! It's the only way." - -His wife noted his restlessness. - -"What's the matter, Ezra?" she asked. "Can't you sleep? Are you sick?" - -"Nope. I'm all right." - -But Mr. Larabee wasn't. Sleep would not come to him. He was busy -thinking of many things, but chief of all was a plan he had evolved to -save Dick Hamilton from what the old man thought was a trip that would -"waste" much money. - -"I've got to do it," murmured Uncle Ezra to the darkness all about him. -"It may not be accordin' to strict law, but it's justice. I've got to do -it," and he turned wearily from one side of the bed to the other as he -worked out the details of his plot. - -"For land sakes!" exclaimed his wife at length, for she was being kept -awake, "can't you doze off, Ezra?" - -"No, I can't seem to, Samanthy." - -"Maybe your railroad trip upsot ye?" - -"No, I guess not. I think I'll sleep now. I've had lots to think of, -Samanthy." - -Once more he shifted his position and tried to close his eyes, but they -would not stay shut. He found himself staring up at the ceiling in the -darkness. - -He arose, got a drink of water, and came back to bed. But he seemed more -wide-awake than ever. - -"Ezra," called his wife again, "are you thinkin' of the dollar an' -nineteen cents you once lost? Maybe that's what's keepin' you awake." - -"No, it ain't that, Samanthy." - -"Then, what is it?" - -"I can't tell you." - -"Why, Ezra. You ain't in trouble; be ye? You ain't goin' to keep a -secret from me; be ye?" - -"I ain't in trouble, no, Samanthy, but I've got to keep this thing -quiet until--well, until I'm ready to tell it." - -"But what's it about, Ezra?" - -"Well, it's about Nephew Richard and his money. He'll run through his -mother's fortune in no time, if I don't take a hand and save it." - -"Do tell, Ezra! What are you goin' to do?" - -"Samanthy, I'm going to do something desperate! I've got to do it to -save Dick. Why, his father's as crazy as he is about spending money. -I've got to do something desperate." - -"You--you won't get arrested for it; will you, Ezra?" - -"I hope not. But go to sleep, Samanthy. I'll tell you about it--when -it's time," and, having thus gotten this much of the plot off his mind, -Uncle Ezra turned over and went to sleep. But he did not have pleasant -dreams. - - - - -CHAPTER V - -DICK IS SHADOWED - - -Bearing a letter to his father's attorneys in New York, Messrs. Blake & -Carrington, Dick started for the metropolis the second day after his -uncle's visit. - -"Now use your own judgment about getting your yacht," said the -millionaire to his son, "but, of course, be guided by the lawyers. -Buying a steam craft is rather a large operation, especially if you -don't know much about it." - -Highly elated at the prospect of the good times before him, Dick sat in -the parlor car of the fast express, as he was whirled toward the big -city, and made plan after plan. - -"I'll get a lot of the fellows, some from the academy and some from -town, and we'll have a glorious time yachting," he told himself. "We'll -go up the New England coast, and down to Florida and maybe even to -Bermuda and to Cuba, and--by Jove I've a good notion to try to double -Cape Horn! That would be something to talk about when I got back." - -It did not seem to occur to Dick that he was laying out sufficient -travel for several vacations, all in one. But it's lots of fun to make -plans, especially when you have the money to carry them out--and -sometimes even when you haven't. - -Dick reached Manhattan after a day and night of travel, registered at a -hotel that his father frequently stopped at when in New York, and was -shown to a suite of rooms that suited his ideas of luxury. They were not -too elaborate, consisting of a bedroom, sitting-room and bath, but they -were tastefully furnished. After a dinner, at which he ordered as the -chief dish lobster, principally because he seldom could get it fresh at -home, he went to a theatre. - -"I'll see the lawyers the first thing in the morning," thought Dick, -"and then the sooner I can buy that yacht the better. I'm anxious to get -out to sea." - -Mr. Blake, the senior partner of the firm, received the young -millionaire cordially next morning. - -"Your father wrote to me some time ago," he said, "stating that you -might come on to select a steam craft, and so I have been on the lookout -for one for you. I have several in view, and if you wish we'll go and -take a look at them." - -"Nothing would suit me better," announced Dick, eagerly. - -Piloted by the attorney, Dick was taken to the anchorage of the New York -Yacht Club. - -There were several trim craft there, which could be purchased, and Dick -was shown over them by the persons in charge. One was a rakish-looking, -clipper-built boat, constructed more for speed than for comfort. It was -a beautiful craft, but Dick decided he did not care for swift sailing, -and would rather have more room. - -Another yacht, the _Isabelle_ seemed to him, at first, to be just right. -She had new engines and boilers, and was magnificently fitted up. But -the price was very high, and, while Dick could have afforded it, Mr. -Blake pointed out that the yacht would require a crew of about -twenty-five men, and Dick did not think he cared to preside, as captain -_pro tem_, over such a force. - -"I want something smaller, I think," he said. - -"That's my own opinion," remarked Mr. Blake. - -They had exhausted the possibilities at the Yacht Club anchorage, so the -lawyer proposed a trip to St. George, Staten Island, off which several -yachts, that their owners wished to dispose of, were anchored. There -Dick found three which would have suited him, but Mr. Blake advised him -not to commit himself, but to look further before deciding. - -"We'll go over to Brooklyn," proposed the lawyer. "We may as well put in -the entire day, for buying a steam yacht is not to be disposed of too -lightly." - -As they were taken out in a small motorboat, past several yachts at -anchor, they passed one, over the rail of which an old, grizzled man -was leaning, calmly smoking a short, black pipe. He was a veritable -picture of an "old sea dog," and Dick's eyes danced with pleasure at the -sight of him. A moment later his gaze wandered to the yacht herself. He -could not repress a murmur of admiration. - -"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Blake. - -"That yacht," replied the young millionaire. "That's exactly my idea of -what I want. I wonder if we can buy her?" - -"I don't know, but it's easy to find out." - -The lawyer directed the engineer of the motorboat to put them alongside. -As Dick approached nearer his admiration grew, until he had made up his -mind that if the interior suited him as well as did the outside that -boat would be his. - -He saw the name on her stern as they approached--_Albatross_--and even -that pleased him. The yacht was a trim craft, narrow enough in beam to -indicate speed, with a high bow to take a heavy sea well, and long -enough to afford plenty of room, while her breadth was not such as to -make her too much of a roller, or wallower, in the trough of the sea. - -Two slender masts, for auxiliary sails, and for signal flags, with the -conductors of a wireless apparatus strung between them, rose fore and -aft of a buff-colored funnel, rakishly set. In short, the yacht was a -beauty. - -"On board the _Albatross_!" called Mr. Blake, when they were within -hailing distance. - -"Aye, aye, sir," answered the old sea dog, pulling at his cap. - -"I understand that yacht is for sale," went on the lawyer, for, on -consulting a list he had, he saw that she was among those he had put -down to examine. - -"She might be, if any one had the money," replied the old sailor, -stuffing his thumb into the bowl of his pipe, to tamp down the tobacco. - -"Well, I have the money," spoke Dick, quickly. - -"Then come aboard, if you please, sir," was the more genial reply, and -the old man walked forward to where an accommodation ladder was -suspended, and lowered it. - -The young millionaire observed that the old sailor walked with a limp, -and he at once made up his mind that he had a wooden leg. This diagnosis -was confirmed when Dick and Mr. Blake stepped on deck a few seconds -later. - -"Well, here's the _Albatross_, and she's for sale, more's the pity," -went on the old man, respectfully. "Many's the voyage I've sailed in her -when Mr. Richardson was alive. But he's dead, and the pretty craft's on -the market. I'm stayin' here to look after her, and d'ye know," and his -voice sank to a whisper, "I've had half a notion, more'n once, to hist -the anchor, make sail, an' start for Davy Jones' locker, me an' her -together. For I've been on her for so long that she's like a wife to -me." - -"Then she is an old boat?" asked Mr. Blake, apprehensively. - -"Old enough to know how to weather many a storm that some of the -new-fangled craft wouldn't dare venture out in. The only thing I have -agin' her is that she's a steamer instead of a sailer, but with her -engines stopped she can pick up a bone in her teeth when all her canvas -is spread," added the old man, proudly. "She has new engines and -boilers, and she's fit to make a trip around the world starting -to-morrow; and I wish she was!" - -"Maybe she will!" cried Dick, enthusiastically. "I think I'll take her, -Mr. Blake. The _Albatross_ is just what I want." - -"Wait until you go below," suggested the lawyer with a smile. "Will you -show us down, Mr.--er--Mr.--?" he paused significantly. - -"Widkin is my name--Ebenezer Widkin," answered the old sailor, with a -touch of his cap. "An' you can take your choice by callin' me Ebby or -Widdy. Most of 'em calls me Widdy," he added with a grin, "in -consequence of me never havin' married." - -"Well, then, Widdy, take us below," suggested Mr. Blake, and soon he and -Dick were exploring the interior of the craft. If the exterior, with its -snow-white decks and mahogany rails, its ample companionways and other -details had captivated Dick, the cabins, engine room, dining saloon and -galley completed the conquest. - -"I'll take her!" he said enthusiastically to Mr. Blake. "She's just big -enough, and not too big. The engines are new, and she's fitted up just -as I want." Dick stood in the owner's cabin, the most elaborate one on -the yacht. - -"Well, it's up to you, as the boys say," remarked the lawyer. "Of -course, there are many details to be looked after, but if you are -satisfied, we won't seek further. I'll see the owner's representatives, -and negotiate with them." - -"Is there--if I might be so bold as to ask, sir," began Widdy, as he -shall be called, "is there a chance of the yacht being put into -commission, sir?" - -"Every chance!" cried Dick, with sparkling eyes. "Every chance, Widdy." - -"An' would you--that is, do you think you could find room for such a -worn-out old sea dog as me on board? I'm a A1 sailor, sir, even if I -have a wooden leg, an' I can do my share with the best of 'em, if I do -say it myself." - -"I think I'd be very glad to have you as a member of the crew," answered -Dick, for he had taken a liking to the old man. - -"Thank you, sir, for sayin' that. Many's the day I've sat here, smokin' -my pipe lonesome-like, wishin' some millionaire would come along and buy -her. Why, would you believe it," and his voice sank to a whisper, "I've -even been thinkin' of turnin' pirate myself, an' pickin' up a crew of my -old mates to navigate her, I've been that desperate for action, sir." - -"Well, if everything goes right, you'll soon have plenty of action," -promised the young millionaire. "I intend to take a long voyage, and -nothing would suit me better than to go in the _Albatross_." - -"And you couldn't find a better craft to sail in, if you was to search -the world over!" cried Widdy. "There! I've said it, and dash my lee -scuppers! I'll stand by it in fair weather or foul! I've got a prospect -of action at last, an' I'm a bit excited-like, but you must excuse me." - -Then, with a sudden motion, he took his short, black clay pipe from his -mouth, dashed it to the deck, where it broke into a score of pieces. -Then, drawing a new clay from his pocket, and breaking off the stem -short, he proceeded to fill it with tobacco, and light it. Next he -stumped off after a deck swab, with which he proceeded to clean up the -fragments of pipe and ashes. - -"I'm a bit excited at times," he went on more calmly, "but I don't mean -nothin' by it. I'll smoke a new pipe to the new owner," he added. "How -soon can we sail?" he whispered hoarsely, with his hand to his mouth, as -though much depended on the secrecy of the answer. - -"It will be hard to say, at present," answered Mr. Blake for Dick, "but, -if all goes well, probably within a couple of weeks." - -"Then, splice my mizzen-shrouds but you'll find me ready an' waitin'!" -cried Widdy. "Ready an' waitin'!" - -"Very well," said Dick, with a jolly laugh. "And I hope we'll have many -voyages together." - -"By Neptune's whiskers, sir, so do I!" retorted Widdy, and he blew out a -great cloud of smoke. - -Mr. Blake and his youthful client returned to shore in the motor craft, -and the lawyer promised to at once start negotiations looking to the -purchase of the yacht. As a measure of precaution, however, he insisted -that a competent expert be hired to examine the hull, engines and -boilers, and, though this meant a little delay, Dick felt obliged to -consent to it. - -There was nothing more to be done that day, and, after having sent a -telegram to his father, describing the _Albatross_ in brief, and stating -that he had made up his mind to purchase her, Dick went back to his -hotel. - -As he was turning down a quiet street leading to it, he became aware -that two men were regarding him rather closely. They were coming from -the opposite direction, and as they passed him they gave Dick sharp -glances. - -"Humph! They'll know me again, at any rate," thought the lad. Then he -dismissed the incident from his mind. He was used to a certain sort of -publicity and attention, for, on a previous visit to New York, his trip -had been made much of by the sensational papers, and he had been -credited with doing many eccentric things of which he never even -dreamed. His picture had been frequently published, and he was more or -less stared at. He thought this was but a reflection of that episode. - -Being fond of theatres, Dick decided to go to another play that evening. -He called up Mr. Blake, asking him to accompany him, but the lawyer had -another engagement, so Dick started off alone. - -He thoroughly enjoyed the performance, and as he came out to get into a -taxicab, to return to his hotel, he noticed that two men, who were -standing near the vehicle which he had summoned, were looking at him -rather more closely than at other persons in the street. - -Dick glanced at them. As he did so one of the men made a remark to the -other, and both turned quickly to one side, but not before the youth had -had a chance to look at their faces. - -"Why, they're the same fellows I met this afternoon, near the hotel," he -said to himself. "They must think I'm quite a curiosity." - -He entered the taxicab, and was rapidly whirled toward his stopping -place. His mind was filled with thoughts of his steam yacht, and with -chance adventures that might happen on the cruise. Possibly, if he had -seen the actions of the two men, immediately after his departure, he -would have not felt so easy. - -For the twain, no sooner had Dick entered his vehicle, summoned another. - -"Follow that car," directed the taller of the pair. "Don't let it get -away from you, and there's a fiver in it." - -"You're rather free with the old man's money, ain't you, Sam?" asked the -short man, with a laugh. - -"Might as well be. He's so close-fisted that it'll do him good to be -bled a bit. But hit it up, sport," this to the chauffeur of the taxicab -they were in. "I don't want to lose our young friend." - -"All right," was the answer, and after Dick's vehicle sped the other, -containing the two men who were shadowing him. - - - - -CHAPTER VI - -DICK ENTERS THE TRAP - - -The young millionaire was hungry, after the three hours spent in the -theatre, and, knowing of a restaurant famed for its late suppers, Dick -determined to go there, partly to see some of the gayer side of life in -New York at midnight, and partly to satisfy his appetite. Accordingly he -gave directions to the chauffeur, who, after speeding the machine down -Broadway, turned into Twenty-third Street. - -As the vehicle swung around the corner a lad, who was crossing the -thoroughfare, had to jump nimbly to get out of the way. He reached the -curb, and standing there shook his fist at the occupants of the -taxicab--Dick and the driver. - -"What's the matter?" cried the lad who had so nearly escaped being run -down. "Ain't the street big enough for you? Or do you want to chase -folks up on the sidewalk?" - -"Aw, beat it!" retorted the chauffeur, with all the contempt some -automobilists feel for pedestrians. He had slowed up at the turn, but -was about to turn on more power. - -"Wait! Hold on a minute!" cried Dick, leaning forward at the sound of -the other lad's voice, and a sight of his face in the gleam of an -electric lamp. "How are you, Tim Muldoon?" - -For a moment the other stared at the well-dressed youth in the taxicab, -for the vehicle had come to a stop. Then over the features came a look -of glad surprise. - -"Why, if it isn't Mr. Hamilton!" cried the lad in the street. "Who'd -ever think to see you here? How are you, Mr. Hamilton?" - -"Make it Dick, if you don't mind, Tim," suggested the millionaire's son. -"I'm Dick and you're Tim," and the wealthy lad reached out and shook -hands with the lad, whom he had once befriended as a "fresh-air kid," -and who, later, he had set up in the newspaper business. Tim Muldoon, a -typical New York newsboy, had accompanied Dick on a trip out west, to -inspect a gold mine, and had been instrumental in aiding him. Our hero -had not seen his protégé in some time, though he knew him at once when -the auto so nearly ran him down. - -"Well, well, Tim," went on Dick. "What have you been doing with yourself -since last we met? You've have grown considerable. Is the paper business -good?" - -"Fine, thanks to the start you gave me, Mr. Ham--I mean Dick. I'm -running three stands now, and I have two assistants. I get time to go -to night school, now, and I'm studying bookkeeping." - -Dick had noticed that Tim spoke better language than formerly, for the -use of "dis," "dat," "youse" and kindred expressions was almost entirely -eliminated from his conversation. - -"Where are you going now, Tim?" asked Dick, when they had exchanged some -remarks. - -"Home. I've just finished work. Have to get ready for the early morning -papers soon, though, so I'm bound for home." - -"No, you're not!" exclaimed the rich youth. "You're coming to have -something to eat with me. It's lonesome dining alone. Come on, hop in -and we'll be there in no time. Then I'll run you up home in this -buzz-wagon." - -"But, Dick, I haven't any decent clothes on. I've been working and----" - -"Nonsense! What do I care about clothes? Get in. We'll hire a private -room if you're so afraid some one will see you." - -"It isn't that, only you----" - -"Don't you worry about me; get in." - -Tim complied, rather diffidently, and the much-wondering chauffeur -started the car again. As it went along there was another closely -following it, and, as the vehicle containing Dick and Tim made various -turns and twists through the different streets, to reach the restaurant, -the other taxicab did the same. Finally Tim, whose life in New York had -made him quick-witted along certain lines, leaned out of the open cab, -looked back and said: - -"Any of your friends in that machine, Dick?" - -"Friends? No. Why?" - -"Because it's sticking to us like court-plaster. Say, sport," and Tim -leaned forward to the chauffeur, "are you wise to de--I mean _the_ fact -that we're being chased?" - -"Hadn't noticed it," replied the driver, shortly. - -"Well, we are. Is it a fly-cop; or has your license expired?" - -"Search me," was the characteristic reply of the chauffeur. "But we'll -give 'em a run for their money," and increasing speed, he turned first -down one street and up another until, after five minutes' run, the other -cab was not in sight. - -"We either lost 'em, or else they got wise and dropped back," was Tim's -opinion. "But who were they, Dick?" - -"I can't imagine, unless they are some cranks who like to look at a chap -because he has a little money. Maybe they're fellows who hope to work me -for some game like Colonel Dendon did, when he tried to sell me fake -mining shares. I've noticed a couple of men who kept rather close watch -on me once or twice to-day, but I guess we've lost track of them. Well, -here we are; come in and have a good meal." - -Dick paid, and dismissed the chauffeur, for other taxicabs could be -summoned at the restaurant. As the young millionaire and Tim entered -the place another machine came to a stop near the curb, a short distance -away. - -"Thought they'd fool us, didn't they, Sam?" asked one of the two men who -alighted from it. - -"They sure did, but it isn't so easy to lose us. We're right after him." - -"You're not going to attempt anything to-night, are you?" - -"No, I just want to get the lay of things. I think we can work the -racket better from a boat-end, as he'll fall easier for that; so we'll -wait a couple of days. We've got lots of time, and the graft is too good -to shorten up," after which rather enigmatical words, the two men -sauntered past the restaurant, inside of which Dick and Tim could be -seen seated at a table. - -The two friends--friends in spite of the differences in their -stations--had a jolly time over their meal, Dick telling Tim something -about the proposed yachting trip, and the newsboy, in turn, relating -some of his experiences in the great city. True to his promise, Dick -insisted on taking Tim home in another auto, which he summoned, and -then, rather later than he was in the habit of turning in, the young -millionaire sought his hotel well satisfied with his evening's pleasure. - -"Well, he's safe for to-night, anyhow," remarked one of two men, as they -saw Dick pass through the hotel lobby. "Now we can get some sleep." They -had resumed their shadowing from the restaurant. - -"Yes, and we'll try the game to-morrow, or next day," responded the -other. - -Dick's first visit after breakfast was to the office of Mr. Blake, the -lawyer. The attorney was not in, but a clerk informed the young -millionaire that matters concerning the purchase of the _Albatross_ were -proceeding satisfactorily. It would take several days, Dick was told. - -"Well, the best thing I can do is to amuse myself," he remarked, as he -left the lawyer's office. He strolled back to the hotel, intending to -take a bath, and don a new suit he had just received from the tailor. As -he went up to the desk to get the key of his room, the clerk handed him -a letter, with the remark: - -"Messenger left that for you a little while ago, Mr. Hamilton." - -Dick read it hastily. It said: - - - "DEAR MR. HAMILTON: I am trying to hurry along matters concerned - with the purchase of your yacht. I have seen the present owners, - but there appears to be a slight hitch, to use a nautical term. I - have another vessel in view, in case we can not get the one you - want. I expect to be aboard her this morning. Could you meet me on - her? She is the _Princess_, and is anchored off One Hundred and - Eightieth Street. Suppose you run up there? You will find a launch - at the dock to bring you out. I think, in case we can not secure - the _Albatross_, that you will like this vessel fully as well. Come - if you can. - - "Yours sincerely, - "JAMES BLAKE." - - -"Can't get the _Albatross_!" thought Dick, in dismay. "That will be too -bad! I'll never care for any other yacht as I did for her. But I suppose -I'd better go and see Mr. Blake. Queer, though, that they didn't tell me -in the office how things were. Maybe they didn't know, or this may have -cropped up after I left. I'll go and see the other boat, anyhow." - -Dick started for the anchorage of the _Princess_, and, as he was about -to engage a taxicab, he bethought himself of the old sailor on the -_Albatross_. - -"Widdy would be just the one to take along," reasoned Dick. "He knows -all about yachts--more than either Mr. Blake or myself. I've a good -notion to go get him, and see what he has to say. Even if we do have to -take a different craft from the _Albatross_, I'd like Widdy to sail with -me. I'll go get him." - -The old sailor, who knew nothing of the hitch in the arrangements to -sell the yacht he was on, was a bit surprised at Dick's proposition, but -readily agreed to accompany him. He left one of his on-shore -acquaintances in charge of the _Albatross_. - -"But as fer findin' as good a boat as that," said Widdy, waving his hand -toward her, as he and Dick were speeding shoreward in a motor launch, -"you can't do it. Split my lee scuppers if you can!" - -And Dick, with a sigh, agreed with him. His heart was set on the -_Albatross_. - -At the foot of One Hundred and Eightieth Street Dick and the old sea dog -found a small motorboat in waiting. - -"Is this the launch of the _Princess_?" asked Dick of the man in charge. - -"No, it's a public launch, but I can take you out to her in it. There's -the yacht, out there. A gentleman on board told me he was expecting a -visitor, and I said I'd wait around and bring him out. Are you the one?" - -"I expect so," answered the young millionaire, and his eyes were taking -in the details of the yacht _Princess_. He did not like her, at first -view. She was too small, and there was none of that trimness about her -which marked the _Albatross_. - -"That's nothing but a dinghy with an engine in her," was the -contemptuous remark of Widdy, as he relighted his short pipe, which was -assuming a black hue, like unto the one he had smashed on deck. - -"Well, we'll go aboard," decided Dick. "I want to hear what Mr. Blake -has to say." - -A few minutes later he and the old salt were ascending the accommodation -ladder of the _Princess_. They were met by a sailor in uniform. - -"You'll find him below," he said to Dick, without being asked any -questions, and he motioned to an after companionway. Dick started down. -Had he but known it the young millionaire was entering the trap set for -him. - - - - -CHAPTER VII - -THE ESCAPE - - -Followed by Widdy, the wealthy lad groped his way along a rather dark -passage. He expected every minute to be greeted by Mr. Blake, or to hear -the lawyer's voice bidding him welcome. Dick was a little surprised that -the attorney had not been out on deck, for the atmosphere below was -anything but refreshing, indicating that the _Princess_ was none too -well ventilated. - -"This way, if you please," spoke a voice, and Dick had a glimpse of a -big man, attired in a sailor's suit, holding open a cabin door for him. -The lad, suspecting nothing, was about to enter, but at that moment -there came from Widdy, the old salt who was directly behind him, a snarl -not unlike that of the bulldog Grit, at a sight of Uncle Ezra Larabee. - -"Oh, ho! It's you, my fine swab, is it?" cried Widdy, pushing his way -past Dick, and confronting the big sailor. "It's you, is it, an' up to -some of your knavish tricks, I'll be bound! Let me get hold of you, Jake -Shrouder, and I'll pay back some of the scores I owe you! Split my lee -scuppers! I didn't think to find you here! I made sure you was in jail, -if Davy Jones hadn't claimed you! Look out, Mr. Dick!" - -And with that Widdy, stumping forward on his wooden leg, made a dive for -the husky sailor, like a man making a tackle on the football field. As -for Shrouder, if that was his name, he seemed to turn pale under his -bronzed skin. - -"Widdy! You here!" he gasped, and leaped back, as if to shut himself in -the cabin he had invited Dick to enter. - -"Yes, I'm here! What thieving trick are you up to now? Is it to scuttle -the ship, or shanghai somebody? Wait until I get hold of you, with a -belayin' pin in the other hand, an'----" - -But Shrouder gave Widdy no chance to reach him. With a muttered -imprecation, he slammed the door shut in the face of the old sailor. -Nothing daunted, Widdy threw himself against it, using his artificial -leg as a battering ram. There was a splintering of wood, and, as the -broken door flew back, Dick saw the large man running through the cabin -toward another portal, which he frantically unlocked. - -"What's the matter? What's up?" demanded the young millionaire, -anxiously. "What's wrong, Widdy?" - -"Everything, Mr. Dick. Look out for yourself. There's bad business afoot -here, or Jake Shrouder would never be on hand. But I'll get him!" - -He stumped forward, swinging his powerful arms to and fro, as if eager -to clasp his enemy in them, but he stumbled, and would have fallen -inside the cabin with the broken door, had not Dick caught him. At the -same time the fleeing man called out: - -"The jig's up! Widdy's here!" - -"Who's Widdy?" asked a man's voice, and it was followed by confused -shouts. - -"Never mind. The jig's up, I tell you! Better get ashore. Cast off the -boat!" yelled the big sailor. - -There was the tramp of rapid footsteps on deck. Then came a sound as of -something being dragged along--a scraping of wood on wood. - -"Quick!" cried the old sailor to Dick. "They're trying to shut the -hatches on us. We must get on deck!" - -Puzzled and alarmed--not knowing what to make of the strange actions of -Widdy, yet vaguely fearing, the lad turned from the cabin, and hastened -toward the companionway down which he had come. As he sprang up it he -saw the young sailor who had told him to go below shoving the hatch -cover over. - -"Quit that!" cried Dick. With a quick motion he caught up a coil of rope -that had dropped on the steps, and thrust this into the crack as the man -pushed the cover forward. This prevented it from being closed. - -[Illustration: WITH A QUICK MOTION HE CAUGHT UP A COIL OF ROPE, AND -THRUST THIS INTO THE CRACK.--_Page 67._ _Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht._] - -A moment later Widdy was at Dick's side. The old sailor thrust his -gnarled hands into the crack, and, with a wrench, sent the companionway -cover sliding back. - -"Hop out!" he called to Dick. "I'll follow." - -As the lad reached the deck he saw, disappearing over the side, the -young sailor, and the big one whom Widdy had called Shrouder. They -seemed to be descending into some boat. Dick rushed to the rail. In a -small barge were two men, and it needed but a glance to disclose to the -young millionaire that they were the same two who had stared at him so -persistently the day before, and though Dick did not then know it, they -were the same pair who had followed him in the taxicab. Shrouder and the -other sailor dropped into the barge with them. - -"Grab him, Mr. Dick! Grab him!" cried Widdy, as he saw his old enemy -escaping, but Dick did not think it wise to attempt to hold back the -desperate men. A few seconds later the four were pulling away from the -_Princess_ for dear life. - -"Well," remarked Dick, drawing a long breath, as though he had just -taken part in a desperate race, "what's this all about, Widdy?" - -"About? It's about villainy, that's what it's about, Mr. Dick! Villainy, -and scheming, and black tricks and underhand work and shanghai-games, -and looting and scuttling ships and anything else that's bad--that's -what it is," growled the old seaman, as he stumped to the side, and -shook his fist at the craft containing the four men. Then he filled his -pipe, and began to smoke more calmly. - -"We could chase them in the motorboat," suggested Dick, hardly yet -understanding what it was all about. - -"What's the use? Shrouder is as slippery as a greased sheet in a hail -storm. Let him go--he won't sleep any the easier to-night from having -met me. But I wish I could have laid my hooks on him," and Widdy opened -and shut his gnarled hands suggestively. - -"But I don't understand," said the lad. "Where is Mr. Blake? Why should -those fellows disappear so suddenly? I was to meet the lawyer here, and -look over this boat----" - -"Mr. Blake never came here," said Widdy, bluntly. "It's a plant--a -game--to get you on board. I'll wager that note sent to your hotel was -forged." - -"But why should they want to get me here?" - -"To rob you, most likely. They know you're rich." - -"Then that must have been why those two men paid such close attention to -me," decided Dick. - -"Of course," agreed the old sailor. "As soon as I clapped eyes on Jake -Shrouder I knew there was something crooked afoot. I've known him for -years--sailed all over in ships with him--and I never knew a piece of -black business afoot anywhere near him that he didn't have his finger -in. I knew there was something wrong as soon as I see him, and that's -why I made a jump for him, but he was too quick for me." - -"But who does this yacht belong to?" asked Dick. "We seem to be all -alone on it." - -"I hope we are. I don't want to have anything to do with those fellows. -I don't know who owns the craft. Like as not Shrouder has an interest in -her. But let's get ashore, and then we'll call on Mr. Blake and let him -know what's in the wind. It was all a plant, I tell you, to get you -aboard, and then they'd have robbed you." - -"But I don't carry much money with me," objected Dick. - -"No matter. They'd have found some way to get it out of you, or your -father. But, come on, let's leave this bilge-water craft. Phew! It -hasn't been swabbed out in a month of Sundays." - -Stumping to the opposite side of the deck Widdy signaled to the motor -launch at the dock, the owner of it having agreed to come off and take -Dick and the sailor whenever they waved a flag. In a few minutes the two -were speeding down-town toward the lawyer's office, their questioning of -the captain of the launch having resulted in nothing. He had no -knowledge concerning the _Princess_, or the men on her. - -As Widdy had surmised, the note purporting to come from Mr. Blake was a -bald forgery, but, since Dick had never seen the attorney's writing, it -was easy enough to deceive him. - -"But what was their object?" asked the young millionaire. - -"Robbery," decided Mr. Blake. - -"But how did they know of my plans to buy a yacht?" - -"Oh, easily enough. Talk travels quickly in marine circles in New York, -and I fancy you are more of a public character than you imagine. At any -rate, the men, whoever they are, knew something of your plans, and took -advantage of them to lure you to the yacht, which they either hired for -the purpose, or perhaps own. It was a clever trick, and it was lucky -Widdy recognized that man in time, or you might have been locked in a -cabin, and kept there until they had what they wanted out of you." - -"I'm glad I took my sailor friend along," said Dick. "But how about the -_Albatross_? Am I likely to get her?" - -"I think so. I will have her examined in a few days, and, if she passes -inspection, I will complete the purchase, and you can arrange about a -captain and crew. Perhaps your old sailor can help you out there." - -"That's a good idea. I'll ask him." - -It was decided that little good could be accomplished by notifying the -police of the attempt to work harm to Dick, and so no report was made of -it, for our hero disliked the newspaper sensationalism he knew would -follow. Only Mr. Blake warned the young millionaire to be careful of -where he went, and in what company he lingered. - -A week passed, during which Dick enjoyed himself in New York. The steam -yacht proved to be all that was claimed for her, and the purchase was -completed. - -"You are now the owner of the _Albatross_," said the lawyer to Dick, one -morning, handing him several papers. - -"That's great! Now to get a captain, a crew, put coal and provisions -aboard, and set sail." - -"For what port?" - -"I'm going to Cuba, partly on business and partly for pleasure. Some of -my school chums are going along, and we'll have a good time. And that -reminds me of something. There's a friend of mine in New York, whom I'd -like to have go along with me. He's Tim Muldoon, a former newsboy." - -"A newsboy?" and Mr. Blake looked surprised. - -"Yes, and one of the truest characters who ever sold a paper. I must -look him up. He's good fun, and will enjoy the trip." - -Two days later, the legal formalities all being completed, Dick engaged -the services of Captain Amos Barton, a grizzled veteran of the seas, to -command the _Albatross_, and then the young millionaire returned to -Hamilton Corners. - -Captain Barton had agreed to select a small, but competent crew, and he -would also see to putting the yacht in commission. She would be ready -to sail within a week, he stated, and all Dick would have to do would -be to name the port for which he wished the graceful prow pointed. - -He consulted his father on this point, and Mr. Hamilton on looking over -his papers learned that the Valdez family formerly lived in Santiago or -Havana, though his lawyers had been unable to get a trace of them at -either place. - -"But you might go to Santiago, and then to Havana," suggested Mr. -Hamilton. "You'll have to do some detective work, I fancy. But look out -for those men who tried to trap you." - -"Oh, I'll soon be far enough away from them, dad. I'm not worrying. -Besides, they won't try to board us with Widdy on guard. He's a great -character!" - -"So I imagine. Well, good luck to you. Do your best, and use your own -judgment. You'll have to depend on yourself from now on. Have you -arranged for your friends to accompany you?" - -"Not completely yet, but I will soon." - - - - -CHAPTER VIII - -A FIGHT IN THE DARK - - -There were many busy days for Dick, following his purchase of the -_Albatross_. He received word from Captain Barton that the coaling and -provisioning of the craft were proceeding satisfactorily, and that a -good crew had been signed. - -Dick had invited Tim Muldoon to go on the trip, and the newsboy agreed, -after arranging with a younger brother to look after his business. Henry -Darby also planned to accompany the young millionaire, a clerk in Mr. -Hamilton's office agreeing to have an eye to the old iron business. -Bricktop Norton was to drive the horse and collect scrap for Henry. - -Dick invited a number of his military academy chums to make the cruise -with him, but he received several letters of regret, the lads stating -that vacation plans, previously made by their parents, would not permit -them to accept the young millionaire's hospitality. Paul Drew was to go -and Captain Innis Beeby, the cadet commander of Company C, wrote that he -might meet Dick in Savannah, Georgia, if the yacht would stop there on -the way to Cuba. - -"Of course, we'll stop for Beeby," said Dick to Paul Drew, who had -arrived at Hamilton Corners a few days before the date set for the -departure for New York. - -"Yes, Beeby's good fun. We'll have a swell time on this trip, Dick." - -"I hope so. I want the fellows to enjoy themselves." - -Uncle Ezra paid another visit to Dick's house, though it must have cost -him a pang to part with the money for a railroad ticket. He said he had -come to make one more appeal to Dick's father, not to allow the youth to -squander his fortune on a yacht. - -"It's too late, Uncle Ezra," exclaimed Dick, gaily. "I've bought the -yacht, and we shall sail in a few days." - -"Well, of all the senseless, wasteful proceedings--But there, I'm done -expostulating--I'm--I'm going to----" - -But the churlish old man stopped short, and closed his thin lips like a -steel trap. There was a dangerous, crafty look in his eyes, which boded -Dick no good, but the young millionaire did not see it. - -The night before the wealthy lad and his friends were to leave for the -metropolis, there to go aboard the yacht, in company with Tim Muldoon, -Dick found he had to go down-town to send some telegrams, one to -Captain Barton and another to the lawyer, Mr. Blake. Paul Drew, who, -with Frank Bender and Henry Darby, was at Dick's house, volunteered to -accompany him, but our hero said he would run down with Grit, and hurry -back, leaving his friends to amuse themselves. - -It was rather a dark night, with a promise of a storm, and when the -wealthy lad started out he wished that he had not gotten a puncture in -his auto tire that day, so that he might have used the car. But he had -not had the tube repaired, and the machine was out of commission. - -"But we don't mind the walk, do we, Grit?" asked the lad, and the dog -whined an answer. - -The messages sent, Dick started back home, hurrying along, for the first -few drops of rain were falling, and indicated a heavy storm to come. The -wind was blowing hard, and, after an effort to keep his umbrella right -side out, Dick gave it up, furled the rain-shield, and tramped on -through the drizzle, with Grit splashing at his heels. - -As the young millionaire turned the corner of a dark street, before -emerging into the thoroughfare that led to his house, he collided full -tilt into a man who suddenly seemed to jump from behind a tree. - -"I beg your----" began Dick, contritely, though it was not his fault. - -The next instant, and before the youth had a chance to finish his -apology, he felt himself seized from behind by a second man, while the -one who had leaped out in front of him placed his hand over his mouth. -Dick felt himself being borne backward. He struggled to maintain his -footing, and struck out blindly. - -He felt his fists land on soft bodies, and once an exclamation of pain -escaped his assailants. - -"We've got him!" a voice whispered. "Where's the rig?" - -Dick partly squirmed loose, and wrenched the man's hand from over his -mouth. - -"Take 'em, Grit!" he cried, and there was a rush of feet, while a savage -growl told Dick that his faithful dog, who had lingered somewhat behind, -was about to attack the footpads. - - - - -CHAPTER IX - -OUT TO SEA - - -The unequal fight continued, the unknown men seeking to overpower Dick, -while he, on his part, made a desperate attempt to break the hold of the -scoundrels who held him. He was engaged in a losing game until the -arrival of his dog, when the tide of battle suddenly turned in his -favor. - -Grit seized a man's leg in his jaws, and bit savagely. There was a howl -of pain, and the intelligent animal, well knowing that Dick had two foes -to deal with, did not hold his grip. Instead, after making his teeth -felt, he let go, and made a dive for the legs of the other fellow. - -"Shoot the brute, Sam!" yelled the second man as he felt himself -attacked by Grit. "Blow his head off! He's biting me!" - -"He's bit me, too!" exclaimed the other, faintly, and he loosed his hold -on Dick to make a grab for his injured leg. - -"Let go, you beast!" yelled the man to whom Grit was still clinging. The -man endeavored to kick the bulldog loose, but the intelligent animal -knew his business. He let go, to avoid a savage kick, and made a spring -for the rascal's throat. This was too much for the footpad. He quickly -thrust the young millionaire from him and staggered away, breaking into -a run a moment later, and calling to his companion: - -"Come on! I've had plenty!" - -The other was glad enough to follow. Dick stumbled and fell, when the -men released their hold, but recovered his balance after an effort. -Grit, snarling and growling, started down the dark road after the men, -splashing through muddy puddles. - -"Here, Grit! Come back!" yelled Dick. He did not want his pet shot, and -he had no doubt but that the desperate characters would use their -weapons on the valuable animal. - -Breathing hard from his struggle the lad darted forward. The cool rain -soon revived him sufficiently, so that his strength, which had been -well-nigh spent in the contest, came back to him, and he was racing with -all his speed through the storm and darkness. He wanted to see who the -men were--to fathom the reason for their attack on him. - -"Here, Grit! Grit!" he called. "Come back!" - -The dog barked a protest, for he wanted to finish the work he had begun. - -"Come back, Grit!" cried Dick again, and the dog knew there was no -disobeying that voice. With a menacing growl he turned and leaped -joyously about his young master, now and then glancing in the direction -which the men had taken, and sending a challenging bark toward them in -the darkness. - -"No use chasing them," murmured Dick, as he bent over to pat Grit, and -felt to see if the dog had been injured. There seemed to be no cuts on -him. The animal had been too quick for the men. - -As for the youth he had been roughly handled, and his neck and arms were -strained and bruised, while his clothing was disarranged. But he had -suffered no harm, and a hasty search through his pockets convinced him -that neither his watch nor money had been taken. - -"Well, that's the first time hold-up men ever tackled me," murmured the -young millionaire, as he walked back to the scene of the struggle, and -picked up his umbrella. "I didn't know members of that profession cared -to come to Hamilton Corners. I guess I'd better notify the police. It -might be dangerous for other people, to have such scoundrels about." - -Keeping a sharp lookout, lest the men return, but feeling pretty sure -that they had had enough, Dick turned into a better-lighted street, and, -going to the house of an acquaintance nearby, he called up the police -station, and reported through the telephone his experience. - -There was much wondering and excitement at headquarters, and the chief -promised to send several officers to the scene of the outrage at once. -Dick met them, but the search that resulted amounted to nothing. The men -had disappeared, and even in daylight to hunt for them would have been -difficult, to say nothing of a chase in the storm and darkness. The -chief promised to have his men keep their eyes open the rest of that -night, and the next day, for any suspicious characters, but none was -seen. - -Dick's friends, from whose house he had telephoned, wanted to hitch up -the horse and drive him home, but he said he was so wet that a little -more water would not hurt him. - -Accordingly he walked, one of the few policemen of Hamilton Corners -insisting on accompanying the lad. Dick said it wasn't necessary, as -long as he had Grit with him, but the chief of police was taking no -chances with the millionaire's son. - -Of course, there was plenty of excitement when Dick reached his father's -house, and told Mr. Hamilton, and the boys there, what had detained him. - -"You certainly had a narrow escape!" said Mr. Hamilton, seriously. "Do -you think they meant to rob you, Dick?" - -"What else would they have attacked me for? Of course, it must have been -that. But Grit and I were too quick for them." - -"Could you see their faces?" asked Paul Drew. - -"No, it was too dark." - -"Then, you couldn't tell whether or not they were the same men you met -before in New York, and who got you on board their yacht?" asked Henry -Darby, for the wealthy youth had told of his experience on the -_Princess_. - -"No--I don't believe they were the same fellows," replied Dick, slowly. -"They were ordinary highwaymen," but, though he said nothing about it, -he was puzzled over a remark one of the men had made while holding him. -It was when the footpad said: - -"We've got him! Where's the rig?" - -"Rig--that is, horse and carriage," murmured Dick to himself. "I wonder -why highwaymen wanted a rig? Unless," he added slowly, "they had an idea -of carrying me off. But that's nonsense. Maybe I misunderstood them." -But the more he thought about it and puzzled over it, the more it -worried him, until he put the matter out of his mind and devoted his -time to getting ready for the yachting trip. - -No further trace was found of the footpads next day, and, though the -Hamilton Corners police made inquiries in nearby towns, no suspicious -characters were reported as being about. - -Mr. Hamilton was worried, and considered a scheme of having a private -detective guard his son, for he knew that many unscrupulous scoundrels -had designs on wealthy lads. But Dick called the plan off. - -"I'll soon be at sea, dad," he said, "and I guess with Grit on board, -and the fellows I'm going to take along we can stand off a small army of -hold-up men." - -"All right," agreed the millionaire, "but I'll feel easier when you are -out of sight of land." - -Dick had a telegram from Captain Barton, saying that the _Albatross_ was -only waiting the command to hoist anchor and start, and on the receipt -of this the lad decided they would leave for New York the next day, as -he had been delayed getting his outfit together, and Henry Darby wanted -to close an important transaction in old iron before he went away. - -As Dick, Frank Bender, Paul Drew and Henry Darby were being driven down -to the depot in Dick's auto, to take a train for the metropolis, two -lads, standing on a street corner, observed the happy quartette. - -"There they go," observed Guy Fletcher, a town lad whose father was -quite well off. "There they go, and I wish I was going off on a trip -like that myself." - -"Not with Dick Hamilton," added Simon Scardale, who was Guy's crony. The -two lads had no friendly feelings toward the young millionaire, and, -indeed, Simon had once tried to make Dick lose considerable money. "Dick -Hamilton hasn't much use for us, nor we for him, Guy. I wouldn't care if -his yacht sunk at sea." - -"I don't know's I would, either, though I wouldn't want any one to get -drowned. But, come on, and I'll shoot you a game of pool." - -"Can't. I'm dead broke." - -"I'll pay for it," offered Guy, as Dick's auto swung around a corner and -as the two lads, who were rather inclined to a "sporty" life, turned to -seek a pool "parlor," they were confronted by an elderly man, with a -small tuft of white whiskers on his chin, which moved up and down as he -talked. - -"Was that Dick Hamilton who just passed?" asked the old man. - -"Sure," replied Simon, flippantly. "Do you know him?" - -"I guess I ought to, I'm his uncle," was the answer. "But I couldn't see -very good, 'cause the sun was in my eyes. Now, didn't I hear you say you -didn't care whether or not his yacht sunk." - -"Oh, we were only fooling," spoke Guy, with an uneasy laugh, thinking he -was to be called to account for the remark. - -"Oh, you needn't worry," returned Ezra Larabee, quickly. "I just -happened to hear what you said, and it occurred to me that perhaps you -two lads, who, I believe, are acquainted with my nephew, would like to -earn a little money easily. Would you?" - -"Would we? Well, I should lose a gold tooth if we wouldn't, old sport!" -exclaimed Simon, slangily. "What's the game?" - -"Suppose you come with me," answered Mr. Larabee, and he looked around -hastily to see if he was observed before leading the two ill-favored -lads down a quiet street. - -Meanwhile, Dick and his friends continued on in the auto. They stopped -at the bank where Mr. Hamilton had his private office, to say good-by, -and half an hour later were speeding toward New York in a fast express. -Grit was in the baggage car, but he cried and whined so mournfully, -because he was out of Dick's sight, that his master had to go forward -from the parlor coach to pay frequent visits to his pet. - -Arriving at the big city, the young millionaire piloted his friends to -the same hotel where he had stopped before, and they were assigned to a -suite of connecting rooms. Dick then sent for Tim Muldoon, the newsboy, -who shortly appeared, resplendent in a new suit, and looking quite -different than when he first came under his friend's notice, as a ragged -"fresh-air kid." - -The young owner of the _Albatross_ had sent word to Captain Barton that -he was in town, and would shortly come aboard, and Dick asked that the -yacht be in readiness for putting to sea at once. - -"Now," said our hero to his friends at the hotel, "I have to go see Mr. -Blake, the lawyer, and then I guess I'm done with business for a while. -I want to ask his advice about locating those Cuban relatives of my -mother." - -"Guess I'd better go along with you," suggested Tim. "You might be held -up again, and I know almost every detective in New York. I could signal -to one in a jiffy for you, and we'd have bully fun arrestin' the -fellows. It'd make a corkin' story. Shall I come?" - -"Oh, it's hardly necessary," objected the rich youth, but Tim insisted -on it, and went with his friend in the taxicab. - -However, nothing happened, and after stating the case about the missing -relatives to the lawyer, and listening to Mr. Blake's advice, Dick put -in his pocket a letter the attorney had given him. It was addressed to -Don Ferdinand Hondora, a Havana lawyer. - -"He will give you any assistance in his power, in locating the Valdez -family," said Mr. Blake, as he bade his young client good-by. - -"Now, then, for the _Albatross_!" cried Dick, as he returned to the -hotel and greeted his chums. - -But there was still a delay, for every one wanted to purchase several -articles, forgotten in the departing rush, and this required visits to a -number of stores. But finally, with their trunks and suit-cases well -packed, the crowd of happy lads entered a big auto which Dick hired, and -were soon at the dock, where they took a motorboat out to Dick's steam -yacht. - -"Welcome on board!" cried Captain Barton, cordially, as the youthful -millionaire and his party mounted the accommodation ladder, while the -blue flag at the masthead fluttered down, indicating the presence on the -yacht of the boat's owner. "We're all ready and waiting for you, and the -tide is just on the turn." Grit had already leaped on deck, and, at a -word from his master, made friends with the commander. - -"Is Widdy here?" asked Dick, looking about for a sight of the old -seaman. - -"He is," replied Captain Barton, "and I've made him honorary second -mate, at your suggestion." - -"Oh, yes; there he is," cried Dick, waving his hand toward the grizzled -sea dog, who stumped about near the ship's bell, as proud as the -proverbial peacock to be thus recognized by the millionaire skipper. - -"Now, fellows, make yourselves right to home," invited their host. -"We're going to live here quite a while, and I hope you find everything -comfortable." - -"If we don't it'll be our fault," observed Tim Muldoon, looking about -with awe, for the yacht was handsomely fitted up. - -"What's the matter, Henry?" asked Dick, noting the young iron merchant -staring about him, in rather a dazed fashion. - -"Oh, I was just wondering how much old scrap iron I'd have to sell to -buy a boat like this," was the answer, and Dick laughed. - -The anchor was hoisted to the musical clank-clank of the winches. The -accommodation ladder was slung up alongside, and with a hoarse blast -from her whistle the _Albatross_ slowly swung around with the outgoing -tide. From her funnel there poured black smoke, and from the steam pipe -there spouted a jet of white vapor. Under her stern the water was -churned to foam, and a white "bone" appeared at her sharp bow. - -"We're off!" cried the young captain, gaily. - -"Three cheers for Skipper Hamilton and his steam yacht!" yelled Paul -Drew. - -"Cut it out!" ordered Dick, turning red. "You can cheer the boat, but -not me." - -But his companions did not heed, and sent out their ringing cries. -Commanders on other vessels nearby heard, and, thinking a gay party was -starting off on a cruise, saluted the _Albatross_ with the regulation -three blasts of their whistles, to which Captain Barton responded, so -that the progress down the bay was somewhat in the nature of an ovation, -as other craft, following suit, also rendered homage. - -Down through the Narrows steamed the fine yacht, gathering speed; out -past Forts Wadsworth and Lafayette, threading her way along the buoyed -channel, passing Coney Island on the left, swinging out more to sea as -Atlantic Highlands was sighted, and then, pushing across the nose of -Sandy Hook, the _Albatross_ flew on toward the deep ocean. - -"We're off!" cried Dick again, as he leaned over the rail and watched -the blue water. "Off for Cuba, and all sorts of adventures, fellows." - -There were more adventures in store for the young millionaire and his -chums than they ever imagined. - - - - -CHAPTER X - -UNCLE EZRA'S OFFER - - -Simon Scardale and Guy Fletcher had heard something of Dick's Uncle -Ezra. They knew of his dislike for spending money, and they were not a -little surprised, therefore, when he led them toward a restaurant, -shortly after the young millionaire had gone to the depot in his auto. - -"I believe he's going to treat us to a dinner," remarked Simon, in a low -voice to his companion. - -"Don't be too sure," was the guarded response. "He's one of those -fellows who squeeze a dollar so hard that he gets enough feathers off -the eagle to make a sofa cushion." - -"Well, boys," remarked Mr. Larabee, as he paused in front of the eating -place, "I got up early this morning, to take the first train here from -Dankville, and I didn't eat much breakfast. So I think I'll go in here -for a cup of coffee. You wait outside, and when I get through I guess I -can put you in the way of making a few dollars." - -"Do you want us to wait _outside_?" asked Simon, suggestively. - -"Yes; why not? You had your breakfast; ain't you?" - -"We also ate early," spoke Guy, with a grin at his companion; "didn't -we, Simon?" - -"Sure," answered the other. "Besides, if Mr. Larabee has anything to say -to us it's more private in the restaurant than out in the street. Some -one might see us here." - -Uncle Ezra made a wry face. He had outlined a certain plan of procedure -for himself, along the lines of what he considered was his duty, and he -had made up his mind that it would cost him some money. Yet, when the -time came to begin spending, he was averse to it. But he did not see how -he could get out of it. - -"It's bad to eat in between meals," he remarked, still pausing on the -threshold of the restaurant. "I wouldn't do it myself, only I'm quite -hungry." - -"So are we," said Guy boldly, and he added: "If you want us to play any -game on Dick Hamilton, you've got to pay us well for it. He doesn't like -us, and he wouldn't hesitate to do us some harm. So if you want us to -help you----" - -"Hush!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra, nervously looking around, and taking a -tighter grip of his purse. "Some one might hear you. Come on in, but, -mind you, I'm not going to pay for a whole breakfast for you boys. A cup -of coffee, and a sandwich, is all you can have. I'm only going to take -coffee, and very weak at that. Maybe I can get a weak cup for three -cents. They charge awful for coffee in some of these places." - -The boys had gained their point, however, which was to be invited inside -the restaurant, and soon the three were seated at a table in a secluded -corner of the room. - -"A cup of weak coffee," ordered Mr. Larabee, as the waitress came to the -table. - -"Strong coffee and griddle cakes to start with, and then ham and eggs," -ordered Simon. - -"I'll take the same," spoke Guy. - -Mr. Larabee turned pale and cried out: - -"Here! Hold on! I thought you boys were going to----" - -"I guess, Guy, we'd better be going," interrupted Simon, gravely, as he -got up and reached for his hat. "Mr. Larabee doesn't want to do business -with us." - -"Yes, I do. Sit down!" cried the miserly old man. "Oh, dear! boys have -such terrible appetites. You may bring me a very small cup of weak -coffee," he said to the waitress, who seemed amused at something. - -"It's all the same price," she stated. - -"What? Haven't you any cheap cups--any at half price?" - -"No." - -Uncle Ezra groaned, and, while he sipped his beverage, he kept a -watchful eye on the well-filled plates of Simon and Guy. They were doing -hearty justice to the meal they ordered. - -"Pretty good cakes they have here; eh, Guy?" mumbled Simon, pouring -some maple syrup over the last brown one on his plate. - -"Fine! yes," agreed his crony. - -"What do you say to another helping before we tackle the ham and eggs?" - -"I don't mind." - -Simon raised his finger to summon the waitress. "We'll have some more -cakes," he ordered grandly, "and be sure to have the ham and eggs kept -hot. Two more plates of cakes." - -"No--no!" gasped Uncle Ezra, almost over-turning his cup of coffee. - -"Do you want three plates?" asked the girl, turning to him. - -"I--er--no--of course, not," stammered the old man. "I never eat 'em. -They give me indigestion, and then I have to pay a doctor's bill. I was -just going to say----" - -He looked appealingly from Guy to Simon and from Simon to Guy. The lads -winked at each other. - -"Queer what an appetite I've got," murmured Simon. "I didn't know I was -so hungry." - -"Me either," added Guy. "Do you think another plate of cakes will be -enough?" - -"Well, I don't know----" - -"It's all you'll git!" snapped Uncle Ezra, quickly. "Do you think I'm -going to pay--I mean you'll have indigestion something terrible," he -finished, for he saw that the pretty waitress was looking sharply at -him. - -"Oh, well, I guess with one more stack of the buckwheats and with the -ham and eggs and another cup of coffee we can make out," conceded Simon, -and the second plates of cakes were brought. - -Uncle Ezra sat in gloomy silence during the remainder of the meal. Simon -and Guy ate the last of the ham and eggs, and drained their coffee cups. - -"I _would_ like a cigar," began Simon, in a reflective sort of tone. - -"Then, you'll buy it yourself," fairly growled Mr. Larabee. "Boys -shouldn't smoke, nor men neither. Now, if you've finished, and the land -knows you've eaten enough for two days, we'll talk business. I have some -work I think you can do for me, but it must be kept quiet. I'll pay this -bill, though probably it'll be terrible high, and then we can go to some -private room. Is there a secluded room here?" the old man asked the -waitress. - -"Yes," she assented, as she handed Mr. Larabee a slip with the amount of -the charge on it. - -"As much as that?" he gasped. "Can't you make it a little less?" - -"Those are the regular prices," she answered with scornfully curling -lip, as she handed him the bill of fare. He scanned it carefully through -his spectacles, and, finding that the waitress was right, slowly -counted out the change. He wanted the girl to accept, with the other -money, a quarter with a hole in it, which piece he had vainly tried to -pass several times before, but without success. She took it to the -proprietor, who offered to accept it at fifteen cents. - -"No, I won't take less than twenty-three for it," said Uncle Ezra. "It's -a very small hole," and he put the quarter back in his pocket, to save -for a future occasion. - -Carefully closing the door of the private room, to which the waitress -showed him, Mr. Larabee had a long talk with Guy and Simon. That there -were differences of opinion was evident from the loud voices which came -from the apartment at times. Finally the old man was heard to say: - -"Well, that's my offer; take it or leave it." - -"It's very small pay, considering the risk we run, and counting that the -boat might sink in a storm," said Guy. - -"Hush!" begged Mr. Larabee, "not so loud! Some one might hear you. Will -you do the work, or not? I only want you to help the two men I've -engaged." - -"Guess we might as well," assented Simon. "It will be a good trip for -us. And you want us to help get Dick----" - -"Will you be quiet?" pleaded Mr. Larabee. "Now it's settled, and you can -meet me in New York, say, in two days." - -"Then leave us the money for our railroad fares," demanded Guy, and -with many a wry face, and after some hesitation, Uncle Ezra took out his -wallet, removed a leather strap and several wrappings of cord from -around it, and counted out some bills. With crafty smiles on their -unpleasant faces, Guy and Simon pocketed the cash. - -"Now, Dick Hamilton can look out for himself," said Guy, as the three -left the room. "I'll get even for the way he once treated me." - -"So will I," added Simon. "Only I hope Grit, his dog, isn't around when -the thing comes off." - - - - -CHAPTER XI - -PLUM DUFF OVERBOARD - - -Remaining on deck until the yacht was well on her way down the Jersey -coast, Dick and his chums at length decided that they would go below and -arrange their belongings in their staterooms. Captain Barton turned the -wheel over to Ted Midwell, the first mate, who, with old Widdy, and his -short pipe to keep him company, would navigate the _Albatross_ until the -commander returned on deck. Mr. Barton wanted to have a talk with Dick, -to arrange certain details, and then pick out the two watches who would, -in turn, have charge of the vessel. - -"Isn't this slick, though!" exclaimed Tim Muldoon, as he gazed about -below decks, and inspected the stateroom assigned to him. "It's great to -be a millionaire!" - -"Yes, it's lots of fun when you can have a boat like this," admitted -Dick, "but----" He did not complete the sentence. He was thinking of the -men who had attacked him in the dark, and those who had lured him to the -other yacht. "A millionaire's life is not all roses." - -Captain Barton showed the boys how to stow away their belongings to the -best advantage. Dick's things had been put in the owner's cabin, which -consisted of a large stateroom, a little parlor and a private bath. - -"Oh, say, this is too gorgeous for me," objected the young millionaire. -"I want a room like the other fellows." - -"No, you stay here," advised Paul. "Don't you s'pose we want to put on -some style when we have visitors? As soon as you come on board, down -comes the blue burgee, to show you're ready for company, and then we -chaps will escort 'em down below here, chuck a big bluff, and you can -serve 'em with cocoa and cakes, or whatever other form of stuff they are -addicted to." - -"It sounds good," admitted Dick, with a laugh, and he was finally -prevailed upon to occupy the rooms designed for the owner. Captain -Barton had a good-sized stateroom near Dick's, and the other boys were -provided with comfortable quarters adjoining, so they were all together. -Grit was given a kennel on deck, but he knew the freedom of the yacht -was his, and he poked his nose into every corner, from the engine room -to the chart house. - -Their trunks were put away, after their clothes had been taken out, and -the boys arranged their rooms, donned suits in keeping with their -characters as sailors, and then were ready to go again on deck. That is -all but Dick and the captain, who wanted to have a talk. - -"What's the matter, Henry?" asked the millionaire's son, as he saw the -young iron merchant standing irresolutely in front of his stateroom. - -"I don't know, but I can't seem to get used to it," was the reply. -"Seems as if I'd ought to be hitching up, to go out and get a load of -junk, or see a man about buying some, or else I ought to feed my horse, -so his ribs won't stick together." - -"Drop all that," commanded Dick, with a laugh. "You're out for pleasure -now, and I want you to enjoy yourself. Get up on deck and watch the -waves. Maybe you'll sight a wreck, and can get a lot of old iron out of -it." - -"Maybe," assented Henry, chuckling, but it gave him something to think -about, and he hurried up the companionway with the others. - -Dick and the captain discussed various details of the voyage. As the -youthful owner was in no hurry, it was agreed not to crowd on any speed, -but to proceed leisurely along, stopping at Savannah to see if Innis -Beeby would join them, and then going on down the coast to Cuba. They -would land at Havana, and from there Dick would begin to make inquiries -concerning his mother's distant relatives. After that their program was -not made out, but the young millionaire wanted to cruise about between -Florida and Cuba, stopping at some of the many Florida keys, and, -perhaps, spending a few days camping on one. - -Captain Barton submitted to Dick a schedule of the management of the -yacht, how he proposed dividing the crew into watches, and other matters -which the lad, as owner, must sanction. - -"I leave it all to you," said Dick. "We're out for a good time, and -we're going to have it. I guess we'd all like it if we could help -navigate some." - -"Of course, you may," agreed the captain. "I'll be glad to teach you -boys the rudiments of it, for it will be useful in case of trouble. -Well, now that's settled, I think I'll go on deck and take the noon -observation." - -"And I'll watch you," said Dick, "for that's a good thing to know how to -do. Another matter, Captain Barton, let the crew have plenty of good -stuff to eat. I've read how sailors weren't treated any too well, and -I'd like those on this boat to have the best." - -"They'll get it," was the answer, with a laugh. "Your lawyer, Mr. Blake, -said your father had written to him on that point, and the stores we -took aboard can't be beat, even on an ocean liner. The crew will live -higher than they have on many a voyage before this." - -"I'm glad of it," and then Dick followed the captain on deck, while the -other lads gathered about them to witness the taking of the noon -observation. - -The _Albatross_ fairly flew along the blue sea, putting knot after knot -behind her, leaving New York and Hamilton Corners farther and farther -astern, and slowly forging toward Cuba, where, had Dick but known it, a -curious and trying experience awaited him. - -"Let's get Widdy to tell us a sailor's yarn," proposed Frank Bender, -toward the close of that afternoon, when the lads had inspected every -part of the ship, from the engine room to the chart house, and had even -climbed part way up the shrouds. - -"Fine!" cried Dick. "Widdy knows some good sea stories," and they -gathered about the sailor who sat on a coil of rope, smoking. - -"An' so," concluded the old salt, at the finish of his story, as he -loaded his short, and rapidly blackening pipe, with some very dark -tobacco, "an' so we was rescued an' taken aboard, an' the first thing my -messmate, Marlinspike Ned, called for was plum duff, an' what's more, he -got it." - -"What's plum duff?" asked Paul Drew. - -"It's a sailor's plum pudding," volunteered Dick, who had read many sea -tales. - -"Right," assented Widdy, "only it's better." - -"I think I could make some," said the wealthy lad, who was not a little -proud of his cooking abilities, and who had often shown his culinary -skill when in camp. - -"Ah, my boy!" exclaimed the old sailor, "plum duff ain't what it used to -be. It ain't got the same flavor, split my lee scuppers if it has!" - -"I'm sure I could make some that would have," declared Dick. "I'm going -to try, too. Do you think the crew would like some?" - -"Dash my belayin' pin, but they would!" exclaimed Widdy. - -"That settles it!" cried the young yacht owner. "I'll make a lot, and -we'll have some aft, too, fellows." - -"Not any for mine, thank you," said Frank Bender, hastily, moving off to -try a new acrobatic stunt he had been practising. - -"Why not?" asked Dick, somewhat indignantly. - -"I don't believe you know the difference between plum duff and sea -biscuit," was Frank's answer, and he dodged behind a deck chair, to be -safe, in case Dick threw anything at him. - -"You'll see," was the yacht owner's comment, as he moved toward the -galley, where a fat German cook, Hans Weyler, presided. - -Dick's chums wanted to see him at work, but he shut himself in with the -cook, and soon curious sounds proceeded from the galley. There was the -rattle of pots and pans, and an occasional deep-voiced German -exclamation, followed by Dick's calm words. - -"_Ach himmel!_ Vy you do it dot way?" cried the cook, so that he could -be heard from one end of the yacht to the other. - -"Because that's the right way," answered Dick. - -"But, oxcuse me, Herr Hamilton, dot stuff should boiled be, und you haf -roasted it on der oven alretty yet." - -"Sure, I'm baking it. That's the proper way to do it. I'll steam it -afterward." - -"_Ach!_ Vot a foolishness vaste of der good t'ings," was the cook's -despairing remark. - -"Fellows, there's going to be some fun before this plum duff is made," -prophesied Paul Drew. - -"It sure looks that way," agreed Frank, as he balanced himself on his -hands and head on a coil of rope. - -Dick was in and out of the galley several times. On each occasion he -seemed to have accumulated a little more flour on his clothes or face. -Finally, after more than an hour's work, he announced triumphantly: - -"Now, fellows, it's done, and I want old Widdy to have the first sniff -of it. He said I couldn't make one, and I want to show him that I can. -Ask him to step here, Tim." - -The newsboy found the old salt splicing a rope, and soon Widdy, having -put away his pipe, stumped toward the galley. Dick emerged, gaily -bearing on a large platter a round, brown, smoking object, with a cloud -of steam hovering over it, and a most appetizing odor wafting from it -all about the deck. - -"Here, Widdy, take a look at this!" cried Dick, proudly. "Is this plum -duff, such as you used to get, or not?" - -"It looks like it," admitted the old sailor, carefully. - -"How does it smell?" asked the young millionaire, holding it toward the -old salt. - -"It certainly do smell like it," further confessed Widdy. - -"It _is_ it!" insisted Dick. "Now the crew will have some for supper -to-night, and I guess you fellows will admit that I can make a sailor's -plum pudding as good as the next one." - -With a smile of triumph at his chums, Dick advanced toward them, bearing -the smoking platter. He was going to display the duff to them, but, as -he neared the rail, the yacht lurched, and Dick gave a little jump to -retain his balance. The platter tilted. The plum duff began to slide -off. - -"Look out!" shouted Frank Bender, making a spring toward Dick. - -"I've got it!" cried the millionaire's son. - -He tried to straighten up, and, at the same time, keep the platter on a -level keel. A moment later, before the eyes of all his chums, the -elaborate concoction slid off the big plate, over the yacht's rail, and -splashed down into the sea. - -"Plum duff overboard! Plum duff overboard!" yelled old Widdy, stumping -forward and catching up a coil of rope on the way. "Plum duff overboard! -Lower a boat!" - -"Well, split--my--lee--scuppers!" exclaimed Dick, slowly, as he peered -over the side. "Wouldn't that frazzle your main topsail!" - - - - -CHAPTER XII - -SAVED FROM THE SEA - - -For an instant after Dick's disgusted exclamation no one spoke. Then -Paul, with a regretful sigh, remarked: - -"It certainly smelled good." - -"It _was_ good," declared Dick. "I put twice as much stuff in it as was -necessary." - -"Maybe that's what was the trouble," suggested Henry Darby. "Likely it -was topheavy, as I once had a load of old iron, and it overbalanced." - -"Well, I like your nerve!" spluttered the young millionaire, with a show -of pretended anger. "Comparing my plum duff to a lot of old iron! It was -Frank Bender's fault that it was lost overboard." - -"My fault?" demanded Frank. "How do you make that out?" and he leaned -far over the rail, to look back toward where the plum pudding had -disappeared in the ocean. - -"Your fault--yes!" repeated Dick. "But look out, or you'll go overboard, -too. If you hadn't made that jump for me, when you did, I'd have -managed it all right. It's up to him, fellows! Frank's to blame!" - -"I am like pie!" cried the acrobatic lad, turning a handspring to calm -his excited feelings. - -"Of course, it's your fault," added Paul, with a wink at the others. - -"Sure," came from Henry. - -"Maybe it was Grit's fault," suggested Tim Muldoon, gently, for he -wasn't quite sure whether Dick and his chums were in earnest or not. "I -saw Grit trying to wag his tail, just as the puddin' went overboard." - -"Tim, you've solved the mystery!" declared Dick. "It _was_ Grit's fault. -Grit, you old sinner, don't you know any better?" and the dog leaped -about joyously, barking in delight at the fun and excitement. - -"Well, it's gone, and I reckon the crew doesn't mingle any plum duff -with their ship's biscuit to-night," observed Widdy, with a sigh. "It -sure did smell good, Mr. Hamilton, and it looked good, too," and the old -sailor recoiled the rope he had grabbed up in his excitement. Captain -Barton came on deck, then, to inquire the cause of the fun, and laughed -when told the story of the pudding, to the rescue of which Widdy had -sprung so valiantly. - -But if there was no plum duff for supper there were other good things, -for Dick had well stocked the yacht's larder. - -"Der crew needn't mind so mooch," spoke the fat German cook. "I'll make -'em noodle soup, mit onions in, und I makes it goot und strong," and the -crew did full justice to the generous quantity Hans sent to the -forecastle. - -The boys did not go to their staterooms early that night, but sat up on -deck, listening to yarn after yarn, reeled off by old Widdy, who, every -now and then, interrupted his narratives to stump to the side, empty out -the ashes from his short pipe, and refill it. But at length Captain -Barton suggested that it was getting late, so Dick and his chums went -below, for their first night aboard the steam yacht. - -They were lulled to rest by the soft swish and murmur of the waves, and -the hum and throb of the powerful engines, which were urging the fine -craft over the water. - -The young yachtsmen were up in time next morning to witness the swabbing -down of the decks, in which task Dick and the others insisted on taking -a hand, as the work was a novelty to them. Barefooted, and with trousers -rolled up, they helped with the hose, which was attached to a steam -pump, and used the big swabs with good intentions, if not with skill. - -"Pretty good for land-lubbers," Widdy condescended to say, as he watched -the work. - -"Well, if it doesn't do anything else," observed Dick, "it gives one a -tremendous appetite. Hans, don't you dare burn the omelet this morning." - -"_Ach himmel!_ Me burn a omelet! I vould as soon bite mine own ear, -Herr Hamilton. Me burn a omelet!" and the cook was quite indignant, -until Dick's laugh told him it was a joke. - -Coming up on deck after a substantial meal, Tim Muldoon, who was first -out of the companionway, uttered a cry. - -"Hi, fellers, here's a ship that's been wrecked!" he cried. There was a -rush to the rail and the boys saw, not far off, on the port side, a -large vessel, with queer stumpy masts, on the tops of which were big, -round objects. - -"Is it sinking?" asked Henry Darby. "Can't we rescue the people?" - -"That's a lightship," explained Captain Barton, who was just being -relieved at the wheel by Widdy. "It's the one about twenty miles off -Cape May, the southernmost point of New Jersey. We haven't made very -good time during the night, or we'd be farther south. But I thought it -best to proceed slowly, until I got better acquainted with the yacht." - -"That's right," agreed Dick. "We're in no hurry." The lads watched the -lonely vessel, anchored so far off from land, until they had left it -quite a distance aft, and then they found new matters to occupy their -attention. - -"This is certainly great, Dick," remarked Paul Drew, some hours later, -as he sat in a steamer chair near his chum. "It beats turning out at -reveille, forcing yourself into a tight uniform, and getting ready for -drill and chapel; doesn't it?" - -"Yes, but old Kentfield is all right, at that. This is good for a -change. But wait until we get to Cuba, and wait until we camp out on one -of the Florida keys. Then we'll be right in it." - -"This is good enough for me," observed Henry. "If I only was sure that -the old iron business, and my horse----" - -"Drop it!" commanded Dick, with a laugh. "This is no time----" - -He ceased speaking, and arose to observe Widdy, who had stumped to the -yacht's side, and was earnestly gazing at some object on the water. - -"What is it?" demanded Dick, as he advanced to where the old sailor -stood, bracing himself against the rail, for there was quite a sea on. - -"It's a small boat!" was the reply, "and I think some one is in it." - -"A small boat!" repeated Dick. "Wait and I'll get a glass." - -"A boat," murmured Paul, as he came forward, while his chum hurried to -the chart house. "Maybe there's been a wreck, and these are the -survivors." - -"Such things have happened," agreed Widdy. "Yes, it's a boat, sure -enough," he added a moment later, as a small object was seen for an -instant on the crest of a wave, and then disappeared in the trough of -the sea. - -Dick took a quick observation through the binoculars when the boat next -rose, and immediately uttered a cry: - -"There is some one in it!" he shouted. "I can see 'em moving about! -Where's Captain Barton? We must stop the yacht to rescue them!" - -"What's up?" asked the commander, coming on deck at that moment. - -"Yes, it's some one, or something in that boat," he agreed, after an -observation. "Mr. Midwell," he added to the first mate, "signal for the -yacht to lie to, and order a boat lowered. We can't pass the poor -creature by." - -"I'm going to help with the rescue!" cried Dick. "Come on, fellows! -We'll all go." - -"Better take the dory, then," suggested Captain Barton, for one of those -substantial small craft, which could live in almost any sea, was -included in the complement of the _Albatross'_ boats. - -Tim Muldoon was not quite bold enough a sailor to care to venture in the -small craft, and Henry Darby did not want to go, but Dick, Paul and -Frank Bender, with two of the sailors, made up the party that set off to -the rescue. Grit was wild to accompany his master, but Dick gently -ordered him back. - -With lusty arms the sailors, aided by Dick and Paul, who insisted on -each taking an oar, pulled toward the small boat, which was seen one -instant, and the next lost to view. As they neared it, after fifteen -minutes of rowing, for it was farther off than it looked, Dick cried: - -"Fellows, there's a baby in that boat!" - -[Illustration: WITH LUSTY ARMS THE SAILORS, AIDED BY DICK AND PAUL, -PULLED TOWARD THE SMALL BOAT.--_Page 110._ -_Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht._] - -The oars were rested between the thole-pins and, above the gentle swish -of the water against the sides of the dory, could be heard a wailing -cry, coming over the waste of water. - -"Give way!" shouted Dick, as he bent to the ashen blade once more. -"We've got to save that baby!" - - - - -CHAPTER XIII - -THE MERMAID'S SONG - - -Forward shot the boat, impelled by the sturdy muscles of the sailors, -Dick and Paul. In another minute the dory was lifted high on the crest -of a wave, while the drifting craft was down in the hollow. The pitiful -crying-whine sounded more plainly, and a moment later Dick shouted: - -"Fellows, it isn't a baby at all. I can see it plainly now. It's a -puppy! A little, brown puppy!" And, at the sound of the lad's voice the -frantic animal redoubled its cries. - -"Well, we've got to rescue it just the same," declared Frank, after a -moment's blank look at his chums. - -"We'll go alongside and take him out," suggested the young millionaire. -"The poor brute must be almost starved." - -"Better go easy," cautioned one of the sailors. "If you and Mr. Drew -will unship your oars, Mr. Hamilton, Larson and I will go as close as we -can. I don't want to have the side of our dory stove in, and there's -quite a swell on." - -Dick recognized the fact that neither he nor Paul were skilful enough -in handling a heavy boat at sea to successfully accomplish the work of -rescue, so the two lads took in their oars. - -"Maybe we can pick up the painter and tow the dinghy back," suggested -Larson, and Kenby, the other sailor agreed. By this time they were quite -close to the drifting craft, and the puppy was leaping from seat to seat -in its eagerness, crying, whining and barking by turns, and almost ready -to leap overboard, so lonesome and terrorized by hunger was it. - -"Easy now, old chap," counseled Dick, in soothing tones, and the puppy -nearly wagged off its tail in joy. - -Fishing about at the bow of the dinghy, Larson did manage to pick up the -rope, without coming dangerously close. It was made fast, and once more -the oars began to propel the dory toward the yacht, it being decided to -wait until the arrival there before taking out the puppy. - -But the animal had no such intentions. Seeing what probably looked as if -its rescuers were deserting it, the little dog, with a frantic howl, -leaped overboard, and tried to swim to the boat containing Dick and the -others. - -"Grab him!" cried the young millionaire, ceasing rowing, an example -followed by the others, and when the half-starved pup came alongside -Frank Bender lifted him in. Instantly the brute wiggled away from him -and tried to crawl over and nestle in Dick's arms. - -"Here, hold on! Wait a minute! Not so fast! Give me a sponge and a -towel!" begged the wealthy lad with a laugh, trying to keep the dog in -the bottom of the boat, at the same time appreciating the poor brute's -evident pleasure in being rescued. "He must have absorbed about a gallon -of water," added Dick, ruefully, as he looked at his clothes, and the -little salty puddle forming at his feet. - -"Queer looking baby," commented Paul, with a grin at his chum. - -"That's all right. It did sound like one crying; didn't it?" and Dick -appealed to the sailors. - -"Sure," agreed Larson, respectfully. - -"Certainly," said Frank. - -"I'll take him on board and feed him up," went on the millionaire's son, -"and then----" - -"Maybe Grit will eat him before you get a chance to feed him," suggested -Paul. - -"By Jinks! I never thought of that," admitted Dick. "I wonder if I can -risk it?" for Grit had little use for other dogs, though he never went -out of his way to fight. "I'll chance it, though," the lad went on. -"I'll make Grit be friends with him." - -Nor was it a difficult task, for the little puppy was so weak and -forlorn, as it sprawled awkwardly on deck that Grit, after an ominous -growl and a showing of his ugly teeth, changed his temper all of a -sudden, and began to lick with his tongue the rescued brute. - -"They're all right now," declared Dick, with an air of relief. "That's -the way to behave, Grit. I'm proud of you!" Grit wagged his stump of a -tail, and the puppy thumped his longer appendage weakly on the deck. - -"What will you call the new one?" asked Captain Barton. - -"Call him Gritty," suggested Henry Darby, "for he has some of Grit's -grit to live all that while in the open boat." - -"Gritty it shall be," decided Dick. "I wonder where he came from, and -how the dinghy got adrift?" - -"It's a boat from some fishing vessel," said Captain Barton, when the -craft that had contained the puppy was hoisted aboard and examined. It -had no name on, and was rather battered and old. "It must have gone -adrift, for the end of the painter is frayed, as though it was chafed -through. Probably the dog was asleep in it when it drifted off," added -the commander. - -"Well, he's a new member of the crew," said Dick. "Here, Hans, give my -puppy some quail on toast, or beefsteak smothered in onions. He's -hungry." - -"I gif him some veak soup--dot's vot he needs vurst," decided the big -German cook, picking up the half-starved animal, and carrying it off to -the galley. Grit followed, with a happy bark. He seemed to have -accepted Gritty at once as a friend and companion. - -The yacht was gotten under way once more, slipping through the water -like some graceful fish, and making better time, for now the new crew -was familiar with the engine and boilers, and more speed was being -maintained. - -What with watching the running of the engines, helping in taking -observations, signaling other vessels they passed, and strolling about -the deck, Dick and his chums found plenty to occupy their time. The -young millionaire and Paul had taken up the study of wireless telegraphy -during their last term in Kentfield, and, as the _Albatross_ had an -apparatus aboard, the two cadets crackled off several greetings to their -friends, while Mr. Hamilton was kept informed of the progress of the -yacht, and also sent some messages in answer to those of his son. - -The _Albatross_ ran into a storm on the third day out, as she was -rounding Cape Hatteras, that always treacherous point on the Atlantic -coast, and for a time the boys had all they wanted of sailor life, and a -bit more. It was the first time any of them had been seasick, and Henry -Darby and Frank Bender were the ones to succumb. Frank was too limp to -even move an eyelash, Dick said pathetically as his friend was stretched -out in his berth. As for Dick and Paul, they behaved like old sea dogs, -and even Tim Muldoon, though it was his first voyage, stood up well -under the strain. - -The yacht pitched and tossed, now on top of a big green wave, and again -sliding down into the trough, as though she was going to the bottom. But -she was a staunch craft, and when they had passed the point, with its -conflicting currents, the storm had blown itself out, and a period of -calm and fog succeeded. - -Through the gray, damp mist the _Albatross_ was creeping one afternoon, -with her whistle sounding mournfully at regular intervals, and Widdy, -and another sailor, stationed in the bow to peer through the blanket of -whiteness, to give warning when anything should loom up in front of -them. - -"Wouldn't it be better to anchor, or run in to shore?" suggested Paul, -as he and Dick were standing forward, trying in vain to pierce the mist. - -"It's just as well to keep on going," explained Widdy, with the freedom -engendered by the young millionaire's treatment of him. "It's better to -run into some other ship than to be run down yourself, if it's goin' to -be done. An' we're safer out here than in nearer shore. We'll be all -right, if----" - -Widdy suddenly paused, and leaned forward in a listening attitude. Dick -and Paul rubbed the drops of fog from their eyes, in a vain attempt to -see something. What would loom up in front of them? Some ocean liner, -which might cut them in two, and send them swirling to the bottom? Dick -felt a sense of fear. - -Then, out of the fog, there came the sound of a voice singing, and at -the first words the old sailor fairly leaped back from the rail, his -wooden leg thumping on the deck. To the ears of the watchers came this -song: - - - "Oh, it's ten long years since I sailed away, - When the wind was blowing free. - And I've anchored since in every port - That's touched by the salty sea. - - "There was once just ten in the Sallie Sue, - As we sailed the watery plain. - But the sharks gobbled every one but me, - And now I'm back again." - - -"Get below, boys! Get below!" yelled Widdy, showing every appearance of -fear. "Get below, if you value your lives!" and he clapped both hands -over his ears, and hobbled toward the companionway, his pipe falling -from his chattering teeth, and smashing to fragments on the deck. - -"What's the matter?" cried Dick. - -"That's a mermaid! A mermaid singing!" replied the old salt, "and it's -death to every man within the sound of her voice! Get below, boys! Get -below!" - - - - -CHAPTER XIV - -JUST IN TIME - - -Dick and Paul did not know whether to laugh at the old sailor, or follow -him in his mad rush for the forecastle. This latter inclination was not -because of any fear of the superstition regarding mermaids, but because -they thought there might be a collision with the unseen vessel, and it -would be wise to prepare for it. - -Once more, out of the fog and mist came the voice: - - - "I remember well, in the days of old, - How a sailor lad named Bill - Fell overboard near the Hole in the Wall, - A dolphin's maw to fill. - - "Oh, it's there one night, a terrible sight, - Did happen----" - - -"Ahoy there!" yelled Dick. "Who are you, and where are you going?" for -it needed but a moment's harkening to the second part of the song to -demonstrate that it issued from the mouth of some burly follower of the -sea and not from the salty lips of some fish-maiden. - -"Who are you?" back came the challenge from the swirling fog. - -"The yacht _Albatross_, bound for Havana," answered Dick. "Who are -you?" - -"I'm a lobsterman, fog-bound, and my 'put-put' boat is out of gasolene. -For the love of Davy Jones, have you any aboard? I've been here ten -hours, and I'm hungry enough to eat a raw crab. Give a hail until I get -my bearings." - -"A lobsterman!" cried Paul. "And old Widdy thought it was a mermaid!" - -Jack called to Midwell, the mate, to have the whistle sounded, and then, -yelling to the unseen mariner to approach slowly, the two lads peered -forward from the bow of the yacht, for the first glimpse of the helpless -craft. There was the sound of oars being used, and presently there -loomed up through the mist a small dory motorboat, containing a grizzled -son of the sea, his craft piled high with boxes of lobsters. - -A moment later Widdy popped his head up through the companionway. Behind -him were several of the crew. - -"Is--is she--has she sung again?" asked the wooden-legged sailor, -cautiously. - -"It doesn't happen to be a 'she,' Widdy," answered Dick. - -"You don't mean to say that it's a he-one, do you?" - -"It's a lobsterman," spoke Paul. "He's out of gasolene. Have we any, -Captain Barton?" for the commander was approaching. - -"Yes, I guess there's some among the stores." - -The lobster boat came alongside, and a very much relieved fisherman -looked up at the trim yacht. - -"Hum, that's quite some of a smack," he remarked with calm enthusiasm. -"I'm right glad I met-up with you. I calculated I'd have t' stay out all -night, or until the fog lifted, an' that ain't goin' to be very soon. -Has any one a chaw of tobacco?" - -"Was that you singin'?" demanded Widdy, suspiciously, while one of the -crew, at Captain Barton's direction, went to get some gasolene. - -"Well, if you call it singin' I was," guardedly answered the lobster -man. - -"Why and wherefore was you a-doin' of it?" inquired the wooden-legged -sailor. "I took you for a mermaid, an'----" - -"A mermaid! Ho! Ho! A bloomin' mermaid I'd make! Why I was only a sort -of hummin' to myself because I'd lost my fog horn overboard, an' I -didn't want to be run down, with all these lobsters aboard, for lobsters -is high now. That's why I was sort of hummin' an' singin', as you call -it. Has any one got a chaw of tobacco?" - -"Well, seein' as how you're not a mermaid, you can have it," responded -Widdy, as he passed over a generous portion. "But it's the first time I -ever heard of a lobsterman losin' his fog horn overboard. Some careless -of you, wa'n't it?" - -"You might call it that," admitted the other, cautiously, "but I was so -busy haulin' up my pots an' emptyin' 'em that I didn't notice it right -away, an' you know," he added gravely, "a horn won't float." - -"Hum," remarked Widdy, as he took back what was left of the plug of -tobacco. The gasolene was handed down into the small craft, and the -lobsterman insisted on giving Dick a generous portion of his catch in -payment therefor. - -"Ho, for some lobster salad!" cried the young millionaire, as he held up -by the back a squirming crustacean. "Hans, get busy making about a peck -of mayonnaise dressing." - -"_Yah!_ I dresses dot sea-bug all right!" exclaimed the cook with a -grin. "I knows how to fix dem!" - -The lobsterman started his gasolene engine, and "put-putted" off through -the fog, seeming to get his bearings instinctively. He called a good-by, -and once more started his fog-horn song. - -"Well, I wish we'd meet such mermaids every day in the week," commented -Paul Drew, as he looked at the pile of lobsters on deck, for he, too, -was very fond of them. - -The _Albatross_, which had been hove to on meeting the small craft, was -once more sent slowly forward. The fog lifted about two hours later, and -the speed was increased. There was a fine supper aboard Dick's yacht -that night, and even the crew had lobster salad, as a sort of side dish -with their pork and beans. - -"We'll be at Savannah to-morrow," announced Captain Barton one -afternoon--a glorious, sunny afternoon, when Dick and the boys were -sitting about the deck in steamer chairs. "Do you think your friend, Mr. -Beeby, will meet you there, Captain Hamilton?" - -"I don't know," answered Dick. "You never can tell what Innis Beeby will -do. He's always changing his mind at the last moment, and he's so fat -that it doesn't worry him." - -"Nothing does," said Paul. "I hardly think he'll join us, though." - -"Well, we'll put in and see," decided the lad of millions. - -At Savannah, when the yacht had docked, Dick found a telegram awaiting -him from his chum, Beeby. It read: - - - "Will be with you at ten A.M. to-morrow." - - -"And, just as likely as not he won't," commented the young captain. "But -we'll lay up here over night and see." - -Ten o'clock the next morning came, and the boys eagerly scanned the pier -for a sight of the fat lad. There were all sorts of people coming down -to the water-front, but Innis Beeby was not of them. - -"Guess we'd better get under way," suggested Dick, when eleven o'clock -had passed, and there was no sign of the cadet. - -The gang-plank was being hauled in, and Captain Barton was about to -swing the engine room telegraph signal over to "half-speed ahead," when -a shout sounded up the broad pier. - -"Here he comes!" cried Paul. "Here comes Innis, on the run!" - -The boys saw a very stout lad waddling along at what he probably -considered a run, but which was far from it. In front of him, trundling -a hand-truck, containing the cadet's trunk and suitcase, was a tall, -thin porter, built on the lines of a racer. He would rush along and, on -looking back, would see his employer about twenty feet in the rear, -coming slowly. - -"Can't you hurry, sir?" the porter shouted, so that Dick and the others -heard him. "The ship's about to sail, sir." - -"Tell--'em--to--hold--her," panted Beeby. "I'm--com--ing!" - -Forward ran the porter, trundling the truck. After him came Beeby, going -slower and slower, for he was winded. Captain Barton, unaware of the -impending arrival of Dick's guest, had shoved the telegraph lever over. -There was the ringing of a bell in the engine room, and the yacht -gathered way. - -"Hold on!" cried Dick. "Stop the engines!" - -"Run out the gang-plank again!" ordered Paul. - -"Come on, Innis, come on!" yelled Dick to his friend. - -"Get on the truck, and let the porter wheel you," suggested Paul. He -scarcely believed the fat cadet would do it, but the suggestion came at -just the right time, and the fleshy lad called: - -"Here, porter, let me sit on top of my trunk. I can't go another step." - -"Sure!" assented the man, and, a moment later, he was assisting the late -passenger up on top of the baggage. There was a laugh from the crowd on -the pier, in which Dick and his chums joined, but Innis Beeby cared -little for that. He could breathe easier now, and there was a better -chance of him catching the yacht. - -The porter broke into a run with his load, and soon was alongside the -_Albatross_. But the vessel was now in the grip of the tide, and, though -the engine had been stopped, the yacht was moving. The gang-plank could -not be run out, for a snubbing post was right in the way. - -"Get off, and I'll throw your baggage on board!" cried the porter, for -there was, as yet, but a small space of water between the steamer's rail -and the bulkhead. - -"Yes--but--how--am--I--going--to--get--on--board?" panted the exhausted -cadet. - -"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." - -"We've got a chap aboard who can do the same thing," said Dick. "We'll -have to introduce him to Widdy, fellows." - -"Sure thing," chimed in Frank Bender, and then, as he had been keeping -quiet for nearly ten minutes, he proceeded to climb up the shrouds and -pretend to make a dive into the bay. - -Beeby was given a stateroom near Dick's, and when his trunk and -suit-case had been put away, and he had donned a rough suit, in which he -said he felt more at home, he went on deck with the others, and was -shown about the yacht. He found much to admire, and warmed Dick's heart -with his praise. - -For the stout cadet was a bit older than our hero and his chums, and had -seen more of the world. In consequence the young millionaire rather -looked up to him, and valued his opinion. On his part Beeby had formed a -strong liking for Dick, and soon made friends with the other three lads. -Paul Drew he had known for some time. - -In Captain Barton, Beeby discovered an old friend. They had met once, -when Beeby was on a yachting cruise, and, though the commander had not -recollected the name when Dick had casually mentioned his friend, the -sailor at once recalled the fat lad's face and figure. Soon they were -renewing their acquaintanceship, and swapping yarns in the pilot house. - -Swinging out of the harbor, and into the deep water beyond, the -_Albatross_ was quickly making good time down the coast. Dinner was -served, and a jolly party gathered in the dining saloon, Hans Weyler -outdoing himself in the matter of providing good things to eat. - -"I say, Dick, but you _are_ a lucky dog," remarked Beeby, somewhat -enviously, as he leaned back in his chair, after the dessert. "How did -it all happen, anyhow--this fine yacht, the way you take it off, and all -that?" - -"I hardly know myself," answered Dick. "I'm afraid I'll wake up some -morning and find it all a dream." - -"And you've nothing to do on the entire trip but have fun, eh?" asked -the stout lad. - -"Well, mostly; though, as I've told you, I expect to look up some of my -mother's distant relatives in Cuba. But that may not take long, and then -we'll go off on an exploring expedition, and live on a desert island for -a change." - -"Fine and dandy!" exclaimed Beeby, enthusiastically. - -The rest of the day was spent in sitting about deck, the boys telling -stories, or swapping school experiences, while occasionally Widdy would -come aft on some errand, and Dick would detain him long enough to have -him tell some sea yarn, more or less true. - -Grit and Gritty gamboled about together, playing like two puppies, for -Grit, usually grave and dignified, as suited a blooded bulldog, seemed -to renew his youth in the presence of the little waif from the sea. - -There was an indication of a storm that night, and Captain Barton, -looking anxiously at the barometer, ordered everything made snug below -and aloft. The wind freshened about midnight, and when the boys awoke -early in the morning they found the yacht pitching and tossing in an -angry sea. - -"Whew!" exclaimed Beeby, as he just avoided being tossed out of his -berth, "rather rough, isn't it, Dick?" - -"Oh, so-so. Does it bother you?" asked Dick, from his stateroom. - -"Not a bit. I've got my sea legs on now, and I feel fine. I'm going on -deck for a breath of air. Come along." - -They dressed hastily and, followed by the other lads, ascended the -companionway, not without some difficulty, for at times the _Albatross_ -seemed trying to stand on her beams' ends, while at others she appeared -to want to plunge to the bottom of the sea. - -"It's some rough," remarked Paul Drew, as he clung to the handrail. - -"But the boat seems to go right through it," added the young owner, -proudly. - -Once they poked their heads outside they were made aware that there was -plenty of what sailors call "dirty" weather. There was a strong wind -blowing, and a rain was falling, being driven sharply into the faces of -the lads, while the spume and spray from the sea, with its tang of -saltiness, soon made their cheeks feel as though they had on thin masks -of brine. - -"Oilskins and sou'westers to-day," remarked Dick, as he dodged back -inside, almost wet through from a brief dash across the deck. - -"It'll be stay below for mine," decided Frank Bender. "I can practise -some of my new motions without much effort. All I'll have to do is to -stand still and be tossed about." - -"Yes, stand on your head in the dishpan, balanced on a tumbler," -suggested Paul. "You'll have a nice tumble, if you do." - -"And I guess you'd like to see me," suggested the aspiring acrobat. -"Well, I'm not going to. Tim, you and I will get up a daily paper. We -can gather news by wireless. I'll write out the sheets by hand, and you -can sell 'em." - -"Sure," agreed the newsboy. "I'm lost without something like that to do. -I'm not used to this sporting life. I'd like to see an extra edition out -now." - -They ate breakfast under difficulties, and many cups of coffee were -spilled in places not intended for them. But, for all that, it was jolly -fun, and, donning oilskins a little later, they all went on deck, where -they watched the big waves which were running quite high, their crests -whipped into foam and spray by the wind, which every moment was -increasing. - -Tiring of the exposure to the rough weather, they came below in about -half an hour, and put in the rest of the morning at various occupations. -Some wrote letters, to be posted when sighting the next inward-bound -coast steamer; Dick was going over some details of the mysteries of -navigation with Captain Barton, and Beeby was peacefully slumbering, -braced up on a divan, with many cushions to soften his descent in case -he was pitched to the cabin floor. - -The striking of eight bells, or the noon call to dinner, saw reassembled -in the dining-room Dick and his friends. None of them seemed to have -lost their appetites because of the rolling and pitching, for, by this -time, even the most indifferent lad was a good sailor. - -"Well, I guess we can sit down, and spill some soup in our laps," -remarked the young yacht owner, looking around at his chums. "But, hold -on, where's Tim?" - -"He was here a while ago," volunteered Henry Darby. "I saw him going -toward the engine room." - -"Yes, he likes to see the machinery," added Frank Bender. "I'll call -him." But Frank presently returned to report that Tim had not been in -the engine compartment. - -"Look in his stateroom; maybe he's asleep," suggested Beeby. "I had a -nice nap myself." - -But Tim was not there, and by this time Dick was becoming a bit worried. -He and Paul made a search in various parts of the yacht, but Tim was not -seen, nor did he answer their calls. - -"That's rather odd," mused Dick, with a puzzled air. - -"Did you look in the pilot house?" asked Frank. "Maybe he's in there -with Captain Barton, who hasn't come out yet to get his dinner." - -"Tim's not here," was the commander's report a little later, and on his -face there came an anxious look, as Dick mentioned the newsboy's -absence. "Did you try the forecastle?" - -But Tim was not in the crew's quarters, though he was a general -favorite with the men forward, and often spent much time in their -company. - -"Let's get this down to a system," suggested Dick. "Who saw him -last--and where?" - -It developed that they had all seen the newsboy quite recently, but when -it came to saying where there was a conflict of opinion. - -"Well, this yacht isn't such a big place," remarked the owner. "If he's -on board we ought to find him." - -"Maybe he's fallen overboard," spoke Henry Darby, almost before he -thought of the significance of his words. - -"I saw him with his oilskins on," volunteered Widdy, who had been called -into the general conference. - -"Was this before or after we all had them on, and were on deck?" asked -Paul Drew. - -"Afterward. In fact, it wa'n't more'n an hour ago. He come up on deck in -'em, an' then went below." - -"Are you sure he went below?" asked Dick, quickly. - -"Well, no; not exactly. I saw him start for the companionway, but just -then we struck a big wave, and I had to grab a lifeline myself. So I -didn't notice, but I think he went below." - -A curious hush fell upon them all. They were all thinking of the same -direful thing. Another hasty, but thorough search of the yacht was made, -and there was no trace of Tim. - -"He _can't_ have fallen overboard!" cried Dick. "We'd have heard him -cry." - -"Not in the noise of this storm," spoke Captain Barton, solemnly. "I'm -afraid he's gone, boys. We were boarded by some big waves," and a gloomy -silence followed his words. - -"Poor Tim," murmured Dick, "and to think I urged him to make this -voyage. It's all my fault!" - -"Don't give up so soon," urged Beeby, who was the most hopeful person in -the group. "Let's have another look. Dinner can wait. We'll find Tim -Muldoon, if he's aboard. He's a New Yorker, and they're hard to lose -anywhere. We'll find him yet," and the search was begun again. - - - - -CHAPTER XVI - -UNCLE EZRA AS A SAILOR - - -Two days after the _Albatross_ left Savannah harbor, another small steam -vessel made her way in. Had any one been interested in her identity he -could have made out the name _Princess_ on bow and stern, but to the -casual observer this meant little or nothing, save that the craft was -not a very spruce-looking member of the royal family. - -There was an air of neglect about her. The paint was scraped off in many -places, and was dingy in others. When she rolled a bit on the swells a -glimpse could be had of many barnacles clinging to her copper plates. In -fact, she was rather a forlorn _Princess_ who came to anchor on the edge -of the channel. - -"Now, you boys get into a boat, go ashore and see if he's been here," -said an old man, whose chin was adorned with a small bunch of white -whiskers, that moved up and down when he talked. "Just make some -inquiries, and find out if the yacht _Albatross_ has been here, and when -she left. And, mind you, don't you go to spending money, 'cause I won't -give you any more." - -"Maybe Sam or I had better go along," suggested the shorter of two men, -who stood leaning over the yacht's side. "We can make better inquiries -than either Guy or Simon, Mr. Larabee." - -"That may be, Sam Newton," admitted Dick's Uncle Ezra, whom, I suppose, -the reader has already identified as the old man in question. "That may -be, but I want you and Ike Murdock to stay on board, and have a talk -with me. We've got to plan to catch my nephew, and he's ahead of us in a -fast yacht." - -"Then why did you want to stop here?" asked the man addressed as Ike -Murdock. - -"I wanted to make sure he'd been here. You never can tell what that boy -will do. Since his father so foolishly let him have all the money he -wants, he goes all about, looking for ways to spend it." - -"And you're going to stop him," suggested Sam Newton. - -"That's my intention. He'd have been stopped by this time if you men had -managed to get hold of him, as I told you to, and paid you for. You -bungled the whole business, and made me have to hire this steamship to -take after him. Why didn't you get him into my hands secretly, as I -thought you would?" - -"Because he was too smart for us," admitted Ike, bitterly. "We had him -fairly on board this yacht, and only for that old sailor, who happened -to recognize one of our crew, your nephew would be where you want him, -by this time." - -"And that would be in a place where he can't squander his fortune," went -on Uncle Ezra, savagely. "If his father won't teach him habits of thrift -and industry, and how to save his money, I will, for he is my only -sister's child. I may be running a big risk in doing it this way, but -it's worth it." - -"It certainly is a risk--for you and for us--if we're caught," murmured -Sam. "But I don't care, as long as I get well paid." - -"Me either," added Ike. - -"Well, are you and Guy ready to go ashore?" asked the old man, -addressing Simon Scardale. "All I want to find out is if my nephew's -yacht has been in this port, and when she left. I heard Dick say to his -father that he was to stop here to take aboard some friend of his. Oh, -the way my nephew wastes his money! He doesn't care how big a party he -has aboard to feed. It's a shameful waste!" - -"Yes, we're ready to go," said Simon. "But can't we signal for a -motorboat to take us off, and bring us back? It's quite a way to row -ashore." - -"No, you can't signal for no motorboat," snapped Mr. Larabee. -"Motorboats cost money, and I've spent nearly a thousand dollars on this -business already, and I suppose I'll have to spend more. You boys can -row. It'll be good exercise for you. Boys should exercise." - -"Then, can't you advance us a little more money?" asked Simon. "I need -a new necktie." - -"You don't need one aboard this ship, and when we get through, and I pay -you the rest of your wages, after you've helped me to capture my nephew, -you can buy as many neckties as you want. Now, hurry off, for I don't -want to stay here any longer than I have to. It costs money every day I -have this steamer." - -Grumbling at the stinginess of their employer, Guy and Simon, with the -help of one of the few sailors on the _Princess_, lowered a small boat, -and pulled laboriously ashore. Meanwhile, Mr. Larabee went below with -the two men, whom, had Dick seen, he would have at once recognized as -those who acted so strangely toward him in New York. - -"If we can't intercept him any sooner, we'll have to go all the way to -Cuba, I guess," admitted Mr. Larabee, after a long talk with the two -unscrupulous men he had hired. "But it's going to cost me a power of -money." - -"What of it? You'll get it all back, won't you?" asked Ike. - -"Indeed, I will, and with interest, too. But I hate to put out so much -at once. This is more than I've spent in a whole year at Dankville, and -we've only been on this trip a few days. Oh, why didn't you hold on to -him, when you had him that night in the rainstorm at Hamilton Corners?" - -"We had a very good reason," said Sam. "His dog had too good a hold on -us. I can feel his teeth yet, and my leg is still sore. If I'd got -hydrophobia I'd had to sue you for damages, Mr. Larabee," and Sam winked -at Ike. - -"No, you wouldn't!" exclaimed the crabbed old man. "You signed a paper -to do this work at your own risk, and I'll hold you to it. You can't sue -me, no matter what happens." - -"Oh, well, let's not quarrel," suggested Ike. "Now, when the boys come -back we'll know what to do. While we're waiting, I guess I'll eat." - -"Seems to me you're always eating," grumbled Uncle Ezra. - -"The salt air gives me a good appetite," said Ike. - -"Me, too," added his crony. - -"It takes a powerful lot of money to run a steamship," complained the -old man. "If I'd a known how terrible much it took I don't believe I'd -ever gone into this thing, though I do want to prevent my nephew from -wasting his fortune, and this was the only way I saw, for it was useless -to appeal to him or his father." - -"Still, kidnapping is a dangerous business," suggested Ike. - -"Don't say that word!" cried Mr. Larabee, quickly, looking around -apprehensively. "Ain't I told you this isn't a regular kidnapping? I'm -only doing it for his good. It ain't kidnapping in the real sense of the -word." - -"Have your own way about it," conceded the ill-favored man. "I'm going -to eat." - -Guy and Simon came back in about two hours, to report that Dick's yacht -had been in Savannah, and had left. - -"Then we must get right after him!" cried Uncle Ezra. "I only hope we -can overtake him before he gets to Cuba. It will be terribly expensive -to go there. Now, get up steam, or make anchor, or whatever the proper -term is, and sail fast. He may give us the slip." - -There was soon activity aboard the _Princess_, and a little later the -dingy vessel, with her dingy crew, and the oddly-mated occupants of the -cabin, were sailing over the course taken by the young millionaire and -his chums. Ezra Larabee had undertaken a desperate and peculiar plan to -"save" his nephew. - -It was not long before the pursuing yacht ran into the same storm felt -by those aboard the _Albatross_, and, being a smaller and less staunch -craft, the one hired by the old man pitched and tossed rather -dangerously. - -Mr. Larabee had taken to his berth as soon as the ship left the harbor, -for he was but an indifferent sailor, and the least motion made him ill. - -When the storm came his malady increased, and he thought surely his last -hour had come. - -"Oh, why did I ever try this plan?" he wailed. "Why did I come to sea? I -might have known better. I wish I was back at Dankville. Samanthy -didn't want me to come, and I wish I'd heeded her words of warning. Oh, -I'm sure I'm going to die. Get a doctor, can't you?" - -"There's no doctor aboard," said Ike. "But you'll be all right as soon -as it stops blowing. I'll have the cook make some strong coffee for -you." - -"Maybe that will make me feel better," gasped Mr. Larabee. "Oh, why -didn't you get my nephew hid away when you had him in Hamilton Corners -that night?" and he turned his face to the wall and groaned. - -"Haven't I told you it was because his dog attacked us?" asked Ike, -indignantly. "We couldn't fight that dog." - -"Why didn't you shoot it? I hate the brute!" - -"So do I," murmured Sam, rubbing his leg reflectively. "I'll shoot it -the next time I get a chance." - -"Do, and I'll give you a dollar extra," spoke Uncle Ezra. "Oh, how -miserable I am! Is that coffee never coming?" - -"Be here directly," said Ike, grinning cheerfully at his crony, for they -were used to rough weather. - -And the _Princess_ staggered on through the storm, trying to catch up to -the _Albatross_, while in his berth, a most forlorn figure, Mr. Larabee -tossed and moaned in anguish. - - - - -CHAPTER XVII - -WIDDY HEARS A VOICE - - -Innis Beeby's confident words, that Tim Muldoon would be found did not -find echo in fulfilment. A systematic search of the whole interior of -the yacht was made without success. - -"He couldn't be hiding on deck--that is, maybe hurt, and have fallen -under something; could he?" asked Frank Bender. - -"We'll look," agreed Dick, as they fairly crept up the companionway, for -the rolling and pitching of the yacht made other progress impossible. - -It needed but a few glances around the wind-and-water-swept deck to show -that Tim was not there. Everything had been made snug, in preparation -for the storm, and there was no place where a youth might lie concealed. - -"I'm afraid he's gone," spoke Dick, solemnly. "But I'm not going to give -up. We'll put back, Captain Barton, and see if we can pick him up. When -he went overboard he might have grabbed something to cling to, and still -be floating. We'll put back." - -"Put back!" exclaimed the commander. "It's hardly possible in the teeth -of this wind. The gale is increasing, and our only hope is to run before -it. We would barely move trying to make headway against it." - -"We're going to put back," insisted Dick, and the captain put the wheel -over, the _Albatross_ swinging around in a big circle. - -Mr. Barton had not exaggerated the strength of the storm. If it had been -hard work scudding along before it, aided by the wind, while the screw -threshed the water to foam, it was exceedingly difficult to stem the -howling wind that whipped the big green waves into spume. - -But Dick's yacht was a gallant craft, and she staggered back over the -course she had just covered, making better work at it than many a larger -vessel would have done, for she was not so high in the water as to offer -much resistance to the wind. - -On either side of the rail, while a lookout was stationed in the bow, -the boys watched for a sight of Tim. They looked for a black speck amid -the foam of the waters, but saw none. When they had gone back far enough -to cover the point where the newsboy had been missed, Dick gave the -order to swing around again, and run before the storm. The yacht rode -more easily at once, and she was not boarded by so many smashing seas. - -Even then Dick would not give up, but he and the others peered forward -into the mist of rain with eager eyes, which, every now and then, were -blinded by the salt spray. - -They ate dinner in gloomy silence, occasionally some one making a remark -about Tim's good qualities, and his jolly disposition. - -"It makes me feel like turning back, and not making the trip," said -Dick, "to have bad luck like this at the very start." - -"It is too bad," agreed Beeby, "but maybe he'll be picked up by some -other vessel, and saved. If he went overboard he might have grabbed -something, and be floating. We could hardly see him in the rough water." - -"Let's look on deck and see if any life buoys are missing, or anything -else gone that he might have taken overboard with him," suggested Frank, -and another hasty search was made. But it only increased the uneasy -feeling, since none of the articles was missing, and gloom once more -settled down. - -The storm did not abate in violence all the rest of that day, and the -boys sought their bunks with the yacht rolling and tossing on a heaving -sea. - -It was midnight, when the watch was changing, that Dick, who could not -sleep, from thinking of Tim, heard voices in Captain Barton's room. One -he recognized as that of the commander, and the other was Widdy's. - -"I tell you I heard it, as plain as I'm hearin' you now," the old salt -was saying. "I couldn't be mistaken. It's in the after compartment, -near the shaft tunnel, an' some of the crew heard it, too. It's the -ghost of that mermaid, sir. She took the form of a lobsterman just to -fool us that time, but she slipped aboard later in the fog, an' now it -means death to some one aboard. I knowed we'd have no good luck from -meetin' that there mermaid. I heard her voice, I tell you, captain." - -Dick, who was partly dressed, slipped on his coat and trousers, and -staggered to the captain's cabin. There he saw Widdy, looking wild and -disheveled from his watch on deck, and plainly alarmed from some other -emotion than seeing the big green waves. - -"What is it?" asked the young millionaire. "I heard you saying something -about a mermaid, Widdy, and----" - -"Yes," answered the old sailor, with a bow. "That's right, Mr. Dick. It -was my watch on deck, an' I was just comin' below. One of the men from -the engine room come up to say there was a peculiar noise in the shaft -tunnel. I thought there might be somethin' wrong, so I called Mr. -Midwell, whose trick it was next, an' I turned the wheel over to him, -an' come below. Me and Jim Carter, the chief engineer, went into the -after compartment, sir, an' there we both heard it." - -"Heard what?" asked Captain Barton. - -"The mermaid groanin', sir. That was her, disguised as a lobsterman, -an' she slipped aboard to bring death an' destruction. That's why that -poor lad fell overboard. It'll be some of our turns next." - -"Nonsense!" cried Dick. "What you heard was probably the creaking and -squeaking of the ship's timbers and machinery in the storm." - -"Do ship's timbers groan like a man dyin', sir, an' call for help, sir?" -inquired Widdy, solemnly. "Answer me that! Do the machinery cry for -help? Answer me that!" - -"Did you hear some one calling for help?" asked Dick, quickly. - -"I did, sir." - -"Wasn't it some one on deck, or didn't you imagine it?" inquired Captain -Barton. - -"I did not, sir," replied the old sailor, doggedly. "It was in the after -compartment, sir." - -"And what sort of a voice was it?" asked Dick, "and what did it say?" - -"It was a voice, sir, like some one in pain, and it called 'Help! Help! -Help!' three times, just like that." - -"Well, why didn't you look further, see who it was, and help 'em?" -demanded the captain. "Maybe it was one of the crew, who had fallen and -broken his leg. Why didn't you look further?" - -"Because, sir," answered Widdy, "it ain't healthy to help mermaids, an' -Jim Carter an' me ran out as soon as we heard her voice. It was the -mermaid, sure, an' all on this ship are doomed, Davy Jones has rooms all -ready for us in his locker." - -"Don't be an idiot!" cried Captain Barton, sharply. "There are no such -things as mermaids." - -"That lobsterman was one," insisted Widdy. "He vanished into fog as soon -as he got out of sight, an' turned into a mermaid, an' come aboard. -She's here now." - -"I suppose the lobsters he left us were mermaid lobsters, too," -suggested the commander, trying to make the old sailor see how foolish -was his superstition. - -"I don't know nothin' about that, but there's a mermaid below, in the -after compartment, near the shaft tunnel, sir, an' I know it!" insisted -the old salt, shaking his head. - -Dick Hamilton gave a sudden cry. - -"Captain Barton, I believe I know what that is!" he exclaimed. "Come -on," and he made his way toward the stern of the yacht, while the -commander, wondering what was going to happen, followed. - - - - -CHAPTER XVIII - -THE PRINCESS PASSES - - -His excitement increasing at every step, Dick hurried to where Widdy had -said the mysterious sounds came from. As the young millionaire and the -captain entered the compartment they heard distinct groans, and a weak -voice cried: - -"Help me out! Help me out!" - -"It's him!" cried Dick. "Get a lantern and help him out!" - -"Help who out?" demanded Captain Barton. - -"Tim Muldoon!" shouted Dick. "He's in there--in the shaft tunnel--hurt, -most likely--that's where he's been all this while! Hurry and get him -out! Show a light!" - -Widdy, whose courage had returned with the presence of Dick and the -captain, passed forward a lantern he had. Dick crawled into a dark -passage, which was partly occupied by the long propeller shaft of the -yacht. A moment later he uttered a cry. - -"Tim! Tim! We're going to get you out! We thought you were drowned! Come -and help me, captain! Tim's hurt!" - -"Oh, I'm so glad you came," spoke the newsboy, faintly. "I--I thought -no one would ever come. I--I crawled in here----" and then his voice -went off into a weak whisper. - -"He's fainted!" cried the young millionaire. - -They soon had Tim out of his uncomfortable prison, and in his berth, -where he quickly revived under the care of Captain Barton, who was a -sort of doctor and surgeon combined, as indeed every seaman of ability -is usually. - -Tim's eyes slowly opened, and the color came back into his pale cheeks. -They had taken off his heavy oilskins, which he wore when found in the -after compartment. He looked around on the kind faces of Dick and his -chums, who were crowded about the stateroom door. - -"I'm still here--am I?" asked Tim, faintly. - -"Yes, and we're glad to see you," spoke Dick. "We thought sure you had -gone to pay Davy Jones a visit, as Widdy would say. But whatever in the -world possessed you to do it, Tim? Were you in there all the while?" - -"I guess so," answered the newsboy, while a spasm of pain shot over his -face, as a lurch of the ship wrenched him in his berth. "Something's the -matter with my ankle," he went on. - -"Bad sprain," said Captain Barton, briefly. "That, and the knock you got -on the head, made you insensible. You had a bad time of it. There's a -lump on your head as big as a coil of rope." - -"How did you come to go in there?" inquired Dick. - -"Just to see what was there," replied Tim, with a faint smile. "I heard -the engineer talking about the shaft tunnel, and the thrust block, and -the propeller, and I wanted to see what they looked like. So I crawled -in----" - -"You couldn't see the propeller from inside the yacht," broke in Paul. -"The screw is outside." - -"I know that, now," went on Tim. "But I wanted to see what _was_ in -there. There wasn't anything else to do, and as the storm kept us all -below decks, I thought I'd do a little exploring. I put on my oilskins, -to keep my clothes clean, and crawled in the back part of the yacht. I -found the shaft, and saw it going around, and then I must have slipped -on some oil, or something, and fallen. Anyhow, it all got black, and I -didn't know anything for a long time. Then I woke up, and felt a -terrible pain in my leg and head. I tried to move, and crawl out, but I -couldn't. I called, but no one answered." - -"The noise of the storm was too loud," suggested Henry. - -"Maybe," assented Tim. "Then I must have fainted again, and, when I got -conscious once more, I yelled louder. Then I heard some one running -away----" - -"That was me," confessed Widdy. "I thought you was a mermaid." - -"I wish I had been one," replied Tim, with a rueful smile. "Then I'd -have known better than to crawl in where I did. But I kept on calling, -though I was getting weaker, and then----" - -"Then we came," finished Dick. "Now, don't think any more about it. -We'll doctor you and feed you up, and--well, don't go in there again." - -"Don't worry--I won't," promised Tim, and then he took some quieting -medicine which the captain mixed for him. - -They left him to sleep off the effects of his ordeal, and the boys -gathered in the main cabin, for a sort of impromptu thanksgiving -meeting. The atmosphere of gloom had been dispelled, and they were all -happy again, for the thought of one of the members of the yachting party -being drowned would have spoiled the whole outing. - -Tim was much better the next day, and the storm had blown itself out, so -that he could limp up on deck. There the bracing air brought back the -color to his cheeks, and he was soon himself again. The swelling in his -ankle went down, and he was able to get about nicely on a crutch made by -Widdy. - -"We've got two cripples aboard now," said the old salt, with a grin. -"Between us both, we'll make an able seaman, though." - -Meanwhile the yacht was slipping through the water at a good rate of -speed, lessening the knots between her and the island of Cuba. The boys -found so much that was new and interesting to occupy them, that time -passed all too quickly. - -"Do you think you'll spend much time in Cuba?" asked Innis Beeby of -Dick one afternoon, as they sat on deck. - -"Well, I want to make a good attempt to find mother's relatives, and it -may not be an easy task. Why do you ask?" - -"Well, I've got a new camera, and I want to get some good views--that's -all." - -"Oh, I fancy you'll have all the chance you want. But if you've got a -camera, why didn't you say so before? You can take some pictures here on -board. I meant to bring one, but I forgot it. Bring out yours and snap -some of us." - -Which the fat cadet did, posing Dick and his chums in all sorts of -attitudes, more or less nautical. The crew, too, came in for their share -of pictures, and they were snapped collectively and individually, doing -all sorts of things, from clambering up the shrouds to swabbing down the -decks. Then Captain Barton had to pose as he was taking a noon -observation, while Dick was taken in so many different styles that -finally he rebelled, when he was requested by Beeby to don a ragged -suit, and stand in the bows, with his hand shading his eyes, to -represent a shipwrecked mariner looking anxiously for a sail. - -But it was jolly fun, making snapshots, and even Grit and Gritty had to -pose, while Hans, the cook was so delighted with the result of his -snapshot, that he would have stood on his head for Beeby. For the cadet -developed and finished the pictures on board, improvising a dark room -from a closet. - -Down the coast went the yacht, past St. Augustine, Jupiter Inlet and -other places on the Florida coast, and it seemed as if the cruise would -be run off without serious incident, for they were nearing Cuba. But, -one day, when in sight of the Bemini Keys, a group of little islands -about sixty miles off Miami, Jim Carter, the chief engineer, hurried on -deck to report to Dick and Captain Barton a break in the machinery. - -"Is it serious?" asked the young millionaire, fearing for his fine -yacht. - -"No, only it will mean a delay of a day or so. My men can repair it." - -"And will we have to lie-to all that while?" Dick wanted to know. - -"We can use the sails, though we'll not make much speed," put in the -commander. - -"Oh, well, time is no object," remarked Dick, with an air of relief, and -then, to the no small delight of the boys, the steamer became a sailing -yacht, and they learned many new points in seamanship. - -But, as the captain had said, they did not make very good time, for the -sail area was small for a boat the size of the _Albatross_, and at times -they barely had steerageway, for the winds were light and baffling. - -It was on the second day of the machinery being out of commission (for -the engineers had not been able to repair it as speedily as they had -hoped to) that, as Dick and his chums were reclining in deck chairs, the -lookout exclaimed: - -"Sail ho!" - -"Where away?" demanded Dick, with a seaman's instinct. - -"Astern, sir, and she's overhauling us fast. She's a small steamer." - -They all looked to where a volume of black smoke indicated the presence -of another vessel. The smoke became more pronounced, and, in a little -while, the hull of a steamer was visible. The boys watched her through -glasses. She seemed to be sailing the same course as was the -_Albatross_, and was likely to pass close by. But, as she neared the -sailing yacht, the steamer suddenly changed her course, and sheered off. -She was, however, close enough to enable the boys to read her name -without the aid of the glass. - -"_Princess!_" exclaimed Paul Drew. "Why, Dick, isn't that the vessel on -which they attacked you?" - -Dick did not answer for a minute. He had snatched up the binoculars and -was pointing them at the passing vessel. - -"It might be the same one," he murmured, "yet the name is common enough. -I guess----" He stopped suddenly. The glasses came down from his eyes, -and he stared at the _Princess_. Then he cried out: - -"By Jinks, fellows! It doesn't seem possible!" - -"What's the matter?" asked Beeby. "See your best girl aboard her, -Dicky, my lad?" - -"No," answered the young millionaire, "but if I didn't know that he was -afraid of the water, I'd say that my Uncle Ezra was aboard that vessel," -and once more Dick took a long observation through the glasses. - -"Your Uncle Ezra?" repeated Paul. - -"Yes," went on Dick. "See that man standing near the rail? The man with -the little bunch of white whiskers on his chin?" - -"I see him," assented Paul, who had taken the binoculars from his chum. - -"Well, he's the very image of my respected relative, only, of course, it -can't be him." - -At that moment the man at the rail seemed aware that he was under -observation. He quickly disappeared from view, and the _Princess_ passed -on. - -"I wonder if that could have been Uncle Ezra?" murmured Dick. "But, of -course, it couldn't be. What would he be doing away off here?" - -If Dick had only known! - - - - -CHAPTER XIX - -AT HAVANA - - -The machinery of the _Albatross_ was repaired by the next day, and then -the welcome throb and tremor of the screw replaced the stillness and -quietness of the sails. But the boys welcomed the change, for, though it -was ideal to slip through the summer sea like some great fish, without -noise, they had become used to the swifter motion, and liked it. - -"Well, we'll soon be at Havana," remarked Captain Barton, one fine -moonlight night, when it was too lovely to go to one's stateroom. "Have -you any special orders, Captain Hamilton?" - -"None, except that we'll stay there until I can make some inquiries of -Don Ferdinand Hondora, the lawyer, regarding my mother's relatives." - -"And what after that?" - -"I don't know, exactly. It will depend on what the lawyer says. We may -cruise about, go to another part of Cuba, or go off camping on some of -the keys. We'll decide when we get to Havana. I may have to take these -Cubans back to New York." - -The completion of the first part of the voyage was made in good time, -and one morning, as the boys came up on deck Captain Barton, pointing to -a line of haze on the horizon, said: - -"There lies Cuba!" - -"Good!" exclaimed Dick. "Now, we'll see what happens." - -They at once got ready for a landing, though it would not be for some -hours yet. Every one on the yacht, though the voyage had been most -pleasant, was glad of the prospective change. Hans, the cook, got up a -specially fine dinner in honor of the occasion. - -"Haven't you anything for Grit and the puppy, Hans?" asked Dick, as he -passed the galley. "They're both hungry." - -"Sure, I feeds 'em," answered the German, who was cutting up some meat -from pieces brought from the refrigerator, for the _Albatross_ was -fitted up with an artificial ice-making machine. "I gifs dem some nice -bieces of meat," went on Hans. - -A few minutes after this the young millionaire was startled to hear -snarls, growls and barks coming from the direction of the galley, while, -mingled with the noise made by the dogs was the voice of the cook -crying: - -"Don't! Stop I dells you, Grit! Behafe yourself alretty now! I did not -mean to onsuld you. I--I--Oh, Herr Hamilton! Come quick alretty yet! -Your bulldog will devour me! Oh! Ouch!" - -A moment later a very much frightened German cook burst out on the -deck. He was carrying a plate of meat-scraps, and behind him, growling -and snarling, came Grit, his legs working in and out like the pistons of -a steam engine. But, as the animal's legs were short, and as the cook -had long ones, the race might not prove so unequal. - -"What's the matter?" cried Dick. "Stand still, Hans! Grit won't hurt -you!" - -"He vunt; hey?" cried the German. "Vell, I ain't goin' to take no -chances--no, sir, Herr Hamilton! I runs; dot's vot I do! Stop chasin' -me!" the cook cried, turning to glance at Grit. But this nearly proved -disastrous for him, as he stumbled over a rope, and only recovered -himself as Grit almost reached him. - -"What does he want?" shouted Dick. "Here, Grit! Stop it! Come here! What -does he want, Hans?" - -"He vants me, but, py Jimminity, he don't got me, not if I knows it -alretty yet!" responded the German. "I fools him!" and with that the -cook, dropping his plate of meat, sprang up into the shrouds of the -aftermast. - -At once Grit lost interest in the chase, and stopped to eat the scraps -of meat, while Hans looked down at him from his perch of safety. - -"There, you see," said Dick, laughing. "The meat was all he wanted. Grit -was hungry." - -"Ha! I knows pretty vell alretty dot he vos hungry," admitted Hans. -"But I t'ought he vos hungry after me; so!" - -"He was hungry after you," cried Paul Drew, who had witnessed the chase, -and he doubled up with laughter. - -"You can come down now," suggested Dick. "Grit won't hurt you." - -"Vait until he has all dot meat eaten up, den I comes down," replied -Hans. "He vunt be hungry so much alretty," and he would not descend -until Grit, licking his chops, had gone to lie down in the sun. - -"How did it happen?" asked the young millionaire. "I never knew Grit to -chase any of his friends." - -"I ain't no friend to him--not no more--no, sir," declared Hans, firmly. -"I vos goin' to feed der dogs, as you tolt me, Herr Hamilton, und I got -der meat, und I gif der little dog some first, und den your big dog, he -growled avay down in his throat, und he took after me, un--vell--I runs, -mit der meat--dot's all; see?" - -"Yes, I see," spoke Dick. "Grit was jealous because you fed the puppy -before you fed him. Grit is used to eating at the first table. He didn't -mean any harm." - -"Dot's all right, only me an' him ain't friends no more, dot's all," -said Hans, with an injured air, as he descended to the deck. "I vos -goin' to gif him--_Ach Himmel!_ Der soup is burnin'! I schmell her!" -and, with a cry of anguish, he ran toward the galley, where he was soon -rattling away amid his pots and pans. - -If the soup was burned no one noticed it at the excellent dinner which -the cook served later. He seemed to have gotten all over his fright, and -he even spoke kindly to Grit, who appeared to have forgotten his -temporary lack of manners. - -The _Albatross_ docked late that afternoon, and, with expressions of -delight and wonder at the sight of what, to them, was practically a -foreign city, Dick and his chums went ashore. They were soon in the -midst of as much bustle and excitement as the slow-moving natures of the -residents of Havana permit. - -"By Jove! This is great, old man!" exclaimed Beeby, as he waddled up the -pier, with a smile on his fat, good-natured face. "I've never been in -Cuba. There'll be lots of new sights, and I can get some stunning -pictures. There's an old man asleep on that bale who will make a good -subject," and the stout cadet proceeded to snap the "subject." But, just -as he was ready, some one called to the sleeping man. He awoke with a -start, gave one look at Beeby and the camera, and, with a Spanish -expletive, rolled off the bale, and ran away as fast as his legs would -take him. - -"Hum! I wasn't going to shoot you!" exclaimed the fat lad in disgust. -"Now, I've wasted a film," for he had pressed the button just as the man -moved. - -The American youths were surrounded by a crowd of natives, who talked -rapidly, in "more or less United States" as Dick said. The young -millionaire observed Tim looking wonderingly about. - -"Miss anything, Tim?" he asked. - -"Yes, I don't hear anybody hollerin' 'Extree--Extree!' down here," -replied the newsboy, to whom the excitement of an edition, hot from the -presses, was lacking. - -"No, I fancy extras are few and far between down here," agreed Dick. -"But, fellows, I want to go to see that lawyer, so as to know what plans -to make. So, if you'll step in here, and have some chocolate on me, I'll -leave you for a while, and come back," and the wealthy lad led his -companions to a restaurant built partly on the street, with tables in -the open air, where soon they were being served, while Mr. Hamilton's -son asked his way to the office of the attorney, of whom he wished to -make some inquiries regarding the missing Valdez family. - - - - -CHAPTER XX - -OFF TO SANTIAGO - - -"Ah, Senor Hamilton, I will be most happy to do all in my power for -you," remarked Don Ferdinand Hondora, the Spanish lawyer, when he had -read slowly through the letter of introduction from the law firm of -Blake & Carrington, which epistle Dick handed him. "Most happy to oblige -you. You do me an honor to call on me thus, and to-morrow--or -_manana_--as we Spaniards say--_manana_, I shall be most happy to set on -foot an inquiry to locate the Valdez family." - -"Can't you do anything to-day?" asked Dick, who was used to business -being attended to promptly. - -"To-day, my dear Senor Hamilton? To-day?" and the lawyer looked -surprised. "Why, already I am in my office later than I ever stay. It is -unusual that I am here to this hour. It just happened so by accident. -No, nothing can be done to-day. Perhaps to-morrow--or the next day----" - -"Why not to-day?" asked Dick, bluntly. "I am willing to pay----" - -"It is not a question of money, dear Senor Hamilton," and Don Ferdinand -Hondora shrugged his expressive shoulders, elevated his eyebrows, and -made deprecatory gestures with his fat hands; "money does not figure. -But now it is the hour for the band to play in the plaza, and I like to -listen to it as I sit and sip my chocolate. Business is over long ago -for Havana. I shall be most happy to have you join me at the plaza. My -carriage will be here shortly." - -"Thank you, but I have left my friends, and I must return to them," -answered the youthful millionaire. "But I will be here early in the -morning, and----" - -"Not--er--not too early, if I may venture to suggest such a thing, my -dear Senor Hamilton," spoke the lawyer, gently. "I seldom breakfast -before ten, and at eleven o'clock I shall be most happy to receive you." - -"Very well, eleven o'clock then," conceded Dick. "And then we can take -the rest of the morning, and the whole afternoon, to looking into this -matter." - -"Pardon me, senor, but did I hear you aright--the _whole_ afternoon, did -you say?" and Don Ferdinand Hondora looked pained. - -"Yes--why not?" - -"Ah, but Senor Hamilton forgets that there is the noon siesta to be -taken into consideration. One must have the siesta or--well, business is -never done during the siesta or sleep hour," and once more the Spanish -lawyer shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows, and threw his hands -out in front of him as if he had no further use for them. - -"Well," remarked Dick, with a sigh, "when you're in Rome, you have to do -as the Romans do, I suppose." - -"That's it, Senor Hamilton!" cried the attorney, with a relieved laugh. -"And when one is in Havana, he goes to hear the band, he sips his -chocolate, and he takes his siesta at the usual hour. To break the -customs is to--well, it is never done," and once more he went through -his little performance, which seemed to save him considerable in the way -of talk. - -"Then I'll meet you here at eleven o'clock," added the youth, as he -turned to go. "I'll leave these papers, which my father gave me, with -you, and, if you should happen to hear any news this afternoon, or -evening, you might send word down to my yacht--the _Albatross_. We're -going to stay on board to-night, and put up at a hotel to-morrow. So, if -you have any word----" - -"Pardon me, Senor Hamilton, it is not likely that I shall have any word -of the missing family, who are distant relatives of your late respected -mother, to-night--hardly possible. All business is over in Havana long -ago. Now, I go to hear the band, and to drink my chocolate, and I would -only be too happy to have your pleasurable company." - -"No, thank you, I must get back," answered Dick, and, having witnessed -Don Ferdinand Hondora give once more his shadow-pictures with his -shoulders, eyebrows and fingers, Dick parted from him, after an -elaborate series of bows and handshakes. - -"This life is too slow for me," remarked our hero, as he got outside, -and made his way back to where he had left his chums. "Business from -eleven to twelve, and from three to four, I presume. Two hours a day! -Whew! If dad was down here he'd turn things upside down, and as for -Uncle Ezra, he'd have a conniption fit! A _siesta_! Good land! I'm -beginning to feel sleepy myself!" - -The youth walked rapidly along, thereby attracting much attention, for -his pace was entirely different from that of the slow-moving and -leisure-loving Cubans and Spaniards. - -Dick found his chums waiting for him, and they had had their fill of the -very excellent chocolate served to them. The young millionaire explained -his visit to the lawyer, and amused them with his account of the -easy-going methods in vogue. - -"Think of a lawyer closing up his office to go to hear the band play!" -exclaimed Dick. - -"It sure is odd," agreed Beeby. "If it was a ball game now, it wouldn't -be so bad." - -"But there's nothing to hinder us from going to hear the band; is -there?" asked Paul Drew. - -"Especially as we're very likely to see some pretty girls," added Frank -Bender. "I say let's go." - -"All right," agreed Dick, always ready to fall in with the wishes of his -guests. "I'll call a couple of carriages. It seems that no one who can -afford to ride walks in Havana." - -Accordingly, in easy-moving, open carriages, drawn by rather -sorry-looking specimens of horses, the lads were soon rolling down to -the open plaza, where a marine band was already making music. The boys -thoroughly enjoyed the varied strains, and they were equally interested -in the scenes all around them. The day was fine, and a large throng was -out, many Cubans and Spaniards, and not a few Americans strolling about, -while more were in open carriages. Frank's remark about the pretty girls -was not a bit exaggerated. There were hundreds of them, dark, -languishing Spanish beauties, some of whom favored our friends with -quick glances from their snapping, black eyes. - -The boys dined in a Havana restaurant that evening, where they saw more -to interest them, while the highly spiced food was a source of some -conjecture to them. - -"Guess I'll have to have some more water, Dick," spoke Tim Muldoon, -after he had emptied several glasses. - -"What's the matter; too much salt in something?" asked Frank. "I noticed -it myself." - -"No, it's too much pepper," replied the newsboy. "Gee-horse! But I -struck a mouthful of the red kind that kicks, just then!" and he drained -his glass, which a waiter filled, the man laughing silently the while. - -"I guess we'll have to get used to it," remarked Dick. "I should think, -though, that, eating so much red pepper as these folks do, that they'd -have a little more motion to them. 'To-morrow' seems to answer for -everything. I couldn't stand it for very long at a stretch." - -They spent that night on the yacht, after an evening in the plaza, where -the band continued to play. The next day, at eleven o'clock, Dick again -visited Don Ferdinand Hondora, who leisurely began to examine the -documents regarding the Valdez family. - -"It will be a difficult piece of work," he remarked finally, "but I -think I can promise you a report in a month, Senor Hamilton." - -"A month! I've got to have it inside of a week!" cried Dick, and, after -much argument, and lifting of his eyebrows, shrugging of his shoulders -and throwing out of his hands, remarking the while that such a -thing--such haste--was never heard of in Havana, the lawyer agreed to do -his best. - -It was two weeks later before he made his final report, with Dick -importuning him every day, for, after the yacht had been tied up at -Havana seven days, our hero and his chums found they had exhausted the -possibility of amusement in that Cuban city. True, they made excursions -inland, and enjoyed the slow-going, easy life, but Dick wanted action, -and his plan of going to some lonely island, and camping out, seemed to -strike his friends as just right. - -So it was with no little satisfaction that the young millionaire was -informed one day, by Don Ferdinand Hondora, that the case was closed, as -far as he was concerned. - -"I have made diligent inquiry, Senor Hamilton," spoke the Spanish -advocate, "and your Valdez family is not in this vicinity. They did live -here, but they left about the time this island was acquired by the -United States. There was much confusion of records at that time, and the -best I can learn is that the family now consists of father and son, the -Senors Miguel and Raphael Valdez." - -"But where are they now?" asked Dick, impatiently. - -"Ah, now we are coming to it," spoke the Spaniard, with his usual course -of motions. Dick thought he might have "come to it" some time ago. "I -learn," the lawyer went on, "that they were last heard of in Santiago de -Cuba. If Senor Hamilton is pleased to go there next week, or the week -after----" - -"Next week?" cried Dick. "I'll start to-night!" - -"Ah, such haste!" murmured the Spaniard, as he looked at his watch. -"Very well. It is now the hour for the band to play, and for me to sip -my chocolate, but if you will come in to-morrow I will be pleased to -give you a letter to a lawyer friend of mine in Santiago. Come -to-morrow----" - -"Can't you give me the letter now?" interrupted Dick. - -"Ah, Senor Hamilton, such haste! Already the band is playing, and I----" - -"If I can't get the letter now, I'll have to leave without it, Senor -Hondora. I'm in a hurry!" - -"Ah, Santa Maria!" The lawyer's head nearly disappeared amid his -shoulders, so high did he lift them, and his eyebrows were a -half-circle, but he sat down, and slowly wrote out a letter by hand, -giving it to Dick. - -"Don't you use a typewriter?" asked the young millionaire. - -"A typewriter? The saints forbid! It is too rapid--too--er--what you -Americans call swift," explained the attorney, with a smile. "There is -no need of such haste," and pocketing the generous fee which Dick paid, -the lawyer bowed our hero out, with a look of relief on his face. - -Five minutes later Don Ferdinand Hondora was in his carriage, riding -slowly on his way to the plaza, to hear the band play, while Dick was -hurrying toward his yacht. - -"Well, the first part of my search ended in failure," he said. "Now to -try Santiago." - -That night the _Albatross_ put to sea, on her cruise to the other side -of Cuba. - - - - -CHAPTER XXI - -THE KIDNAPPERS - - -Dick and his chums spent the better part of a week making the voyage -around to the chief city near the southeastern end of Cuba. The weather -was fine, and there were many novel sights to attract their attention. -They passed several other vessels, and with some Dick and Paul exchanged -wireless greetings. Dick sent several messages home, as did also his -chums, and there were some aerograms in reply. Mr. Hamilton communicated -with his son, and commended his plan of making a further effort to -locate Mrs. Hamilton's relatives. - -"But if you don't find them in Santiago, what will you do?" asked Beeby, -when the boys and their host had talked over their plans. - -"Go off on a little trip, come back, and try the next likely place," -answered the young millionaire, grimly. "I'm going to find them." - -As the _Albatross_ swung into Santiago Bay, past the lighthouse at the -entrance of the harbor, those on board of the trim yacht would have been -interested if they had known how closely they were observed from the -deck of another vessel, hidden from view around the point. And the name -painted on the bows of the hidden craft was _Princess_, though stress of -weather had almost obliterated it. - -Narrowly did an old man on the deck of the _Princess_ watch Dick's yacht -glide up the harbor. He was a man with a little bunch of white whiskers -on his chin, and they moved up and down when he talked. - -"Well," he remarked slowly, as he laid aside a glass through which he -had been peering, "them fellers in Havana told us true. My nephew did -sail for Santiago, and here he is." - -"And I said we'd beat him here," remarked a man standing on deck. - -"So you did, Sam Newton, so you did," assented Ezra Larabee, "an', -because we got here first, I'll pay you the ten dollars extra, as I -promised." - -"When?" demanded Ike Murdock. - -"Jest as soon as----" - -"As soon as the kidnappin' is done?" asked Simon Scardale. - -"Hush! Don't use that word!" exclaimed Mr. Larabee. "Ain't I told you -this ain't a regular kidnappin'; not in the eyes of the law. It's for my -nephew's good." - -"Well, we'll soon have him, if things go right," muttered Ike. "Now, -what's the program, Mr. Larabee? Shall we follow that yacht up the bay -or stay back? We've laid here long enough." - -"I should say we had," admitted the crabbed old man, with a look of -anguish, as his hand felt of a wallet in his coat. "And expenses going -on something frightful all the while. Never mind, I'll take it out of my -Nephew Richard's money, that's what I'll do. I hoped we could catch him -in Havana. Why didn't you?" and the old man looked reproachfully at -those whom he had hired to do the risky work. - -"Didn't have no chance," murmured Guy Fletcher. "But we'll get him now." - -"I hope so, and end this terrible expense I'm under," went on Mr. -Larabee. "Better start the ship, Ike. No use burning coal, and standing -still." - -With ill-concealed contempt for their employer, the two men went to give -the necessary orders, and soon the _Princess_ was following Dick's yacht -up the harbor. There were so many vessels moving to and fro that there -was little danger of detection. - -All unconscious of the nearness of his uncle, and the unscrupulous men -and youths whom Mr. Larabee had engaged, Dick and his chums went ashore -as soon as the _Albatross_ was docked. - -"Well, it certainly feels good to be on dry land again," remarked Beeby, -as he got his camera ready for some snapshots. "I hope I get some good -pictures." - -"And I hope I find those people I'm searching for," said Dick. "Say, if -you fellows will amuse yourselves a bit, I'll look up this other -lawyer," he went on. "I guess it will take him about a week to get -started, and the sooner I begin the quicker I'll be through." - -"I guess we'll have some cocoanut milk for a change," suggested Paul -Drew, when Dick had ridden away in a dilapidated carriage, toward the -lawyer's office, and the cadet led the others into a place where a -specialty was made of cocoanut milk, drawn directly from the fruit, the -top of which the clerk sliced off with a big knife, not unlike a -_machete_ in shape. - -"Fine!" gurgled Henry Darby, as the delicious beverage trickled down his -throat. - -"Dandy!" was the opinion of the others. - -They strolled about the city, and after an hour of sightseeing, Beeby -proposed that they go down to the dock, where Dick had agreed to meet -them on his return from the lawyer's office. - -As the lads approached the pier, Henry, who was in the lead, called out: - -"Why, there's Dick now, waiting for us." - -The others looked, and saw a lad of exactly Dick's build and height -gazing at them. And, what is more, his features bore a strong -resemblance to those of the young millionaire. But a glance at his -clothes showed that they were not such as were worn by our hero. - -"That isn't Dick," said Beeby. - -"That's so, but it looked an awful sight like him," agreed the young -iron merchant, with a laugh. "I beg your pardon," he added, for the -youth had seen the attention paid to him. - -"Granted, senor," was the reply, and the boys started, for his voice had -tones in it resembling Dick's. A nearer view made his features seem even -more like those of the young millionaire, but he was darker in -complexion. Still, had he worn better clothes, and had he and Dick stood -side by side, more than a casual glance would have been needed to -distinguish the difference between them, for Dick was almost as dark as -a Spaniard or Cuban. - -"Dick's double," as the chums dubbed him, moved away, and, soon -afterward, our hero appeared. He was amused at the account of some one -who looked like him, and said he hoped the unknown would not run up any -accounts in the name of Hamilton. - -"Well, how did you make out with the lawyer?" asked Paul. - -"About the same as with Don Ferdinand Hondora. He says it will take two -weeks to make inquiries, and when I tried to cut him down to one he -nearly fainted on my hands. But, come on, let's go aboard, and report to -Captain Barton." - -Dick and his friends spent that evening wandering about the city. They -had engaged some carriages to drive them to various points of interest, -but, at the last moment, Dick changed the program, and proposed a visit -to the opera house, where a musical comedy was being presented. The boys -thoroughly enjoyed the play, and, as they came out with the crowd of -pleasure-seekers, they were aware that something unusual was taking -place in the street. - -There were a number of police officers and soldiers hurrying to and fro, -and many commands in excited Spanish were being given, while, in the -distance, shots were heard. - -"What's it all about? Is there a fire?" asked Henry. - -"Maybe it's an extra edition out," suggested Tim Muldoon, hopefully. - -"No, somebody walked along in a hurry, and the people can't get over -it," declared Beeby. - -"What's the matter?" asked Dick of one of the drivers of the carriages -he had hired for himself and his chums. - -"Kidnapping!" exclaimed the man, who spoke fairly good English. - -"Kidnapping!" repeated Dick. "Who was taken?" - -"I don't know. Some young fellow, I heard the police say. It seems that -some men off a yacht came ashore, and followed him. He ran, and tried to -get away, but they took after him, and, just as he got in front of this -theatre, they grabbed him, put him in a carriage and drove off. The -police rushed up, but----" - -"They were too slow," finished Paul, with a laugh. - -"But why did they kidnap him?" persisted Dick. - -"I do not know. For ransom, perhaps. It is sometimes done. He was a -young fellow, and, maybe wealthy, though his dress did not show it. But -will the senors be pleased to ride farther with me?" - -"Guess we might as well," assented Dick. "A kidnapping, eh? I'd like to -hear more about it, and know who the fellow was." - -"It will be in the gazette to-morrow--or the next day," said the driver, -calmly. - -"Yes--always _manana_," murmured Dick. - -"If it was in New York, there'd be an extra out about it by this time," -declared Tim, in disgust. "This is a great country--not!" - -And Dick and his chums drove back to the yacht, little dreaming what an -effect on all of them the kidnapping was to have, and that very soon. - - - - -CHAPTER XXII - -THE WRONG CAPTIVE - - -While the police and soldiers of Santiago were hurrying about like mad, -trying to find some trace of the kidnappers who had acted so boldly, -there might have been seen, driving rapidly down a dark and unfrequented -street toward the water-front, a closed carriage. The man on the seat -was urging his steeds to faster speed in response to calls from -occupants of the coach, which, as the vehicle passed under a dim lamp, -could be seen to contain two men and a boy. - -"Well, we got away with him all right, Ike," spoke the taller of the two -men, as he looked at the youth sitting between them. - -"Yes, and he didn't make near as much fuss as I expected. From what -happened when we tried it last time, I thought sure he'd put up a stiff -fight. And where was his dog, I wonder, Sam?" - -"That's right, I didn't see the brute anywhere on shore. But I'm glad of -it. Once to feel his teeth is enough. Hurry up there, driver, whatever -your name is, or they'll be after us. Old man Larabee will be glad -enough to see us, and get started out to sea again, so keep moving." - -"_Si_, senor," answered the driver, and he lashed the horses, though the -animals seemed to be doing their best. - -"It _is_ sort of curious he didn't make more of a fuss," remarked Ike, -glancing at the youth huddled up between him and his confederate. - -"Maybe he's waiting until he gets a good chance to spring out," -suggested Sam, taking a firmer grip on the kidnapped youth. - -"He'd better not try it!" fairly growled Ike. "Look here, my wealthy -friend," he went on, snarling the words into the ear of the frightened -and shrinking youth, "don't try any of your funny tricks now, or my -partner and I will be forced to take extreme measures, as they say in -the books. We'll do it, too, no matter if your Uncle Ezra did warn us to -be careful, and not harm you. You've given us trouble enough, and we -won't stand for any more nonsense; will we, Sam?" - -"That's right. But he won't have much more chance. We're almost at the -pier, and we'll soon be aboard the yacht. Then----" - -"Pardon, senors!" exclaimed the lad in the carriage, and then followed a -question in rapid Spanish. - -"Here, drop that kind of lingo," growled Ike. "We don't understand -anything but plain United States talk." - -"Pardon, senors," spoke the youth again, gently, but with an accent of -fear in his tones, and this time he used fairly good English. "Pardon, -but you are taking me to a yacht; yes?" - -"Sure--to your Uncle Ezra," answered Sam. - -"I have no Uncle Ezra." - -"No Uncle Ezra! Come, that's a good one!" exclaimed Ike. "But I s'pose -you're joking. That's why you talked Spanish to us. No Uncle Ezra, eh? -Next you'll be telling us your father isn't a millionaire." - -"He is not, senors," was the simple answer, and the youth could hardly -restrain the sobs in his voice. "I am the son of a poor man, by -name--er--Alantrez," and the youth appeared to hesitate. "Why are you -taking me away?" he went on. "If it is for ransom, it will be useless, -as we are poor--my father and I." - -"Poor! Ha! Ha! That's pretty juicy!" chuckled Sam. "I wish I was as poor -as you and your father are, kiddo!" - -"Same here," added Ike. - -"But you have no right to take me away like this," declared the youth, -with more spirit. "It is infamous! It is wrong! And when the police hear -of it you will suffer." - -"We don't care a fig for the police of Cuba!" declared Ike. "We walked -away, right under their very noses, with you, and all they did was to -rush about, waving their swords and firing their revolvers in the air, -like a lot of kids at a Fourth of July celebration. Police! Huh! We -don't worry about them!" - -"But what do you want with me?" persisted the lad. - -"Haven't I told you that your Uncle Ezra Larabee wants to have a talk -with you," said Sam. "He's afraid you're wasting your money, and he -wants to sort of supervise it. He claims he has that right, being your -mother's brother, as long as your father won't do it." - -"You are pleased to speak in riddles, senor," remarked the youth with -dignity. "I repeat that I have no Uncle Ezra Larabee. That is no Cuban -name. Also, my mother, who is among the saints, she had no brother. -Likewise I am not rich--I wish I was. I am only Pedro Alantrez, as I -have said." - -"Now, don't waste any more words talking like that," suggested Sam -Newton. "Do you mean to say you're not Dick Hamilton, the millionaire?" - -"Certainly not, senor," declared the youth, with dignity. Just then the -carriage approached one of the few street lights. The two men peered -forward, and looked full in the face of their captive. - -"Well, that's pretty good!" announced Sam. "Take a close look at him, -Ike. Isn't he Dick Hamilton?" - -"He sure is," was the firm response of Ike Murdock. "I've seen him too -often lately, and at close quarters, to be mistaken. But here we are on -the pier. I hope Guy and Simon are waiting with the boat, and we'll soon -be away from this half-civilized country." - -The carriage came to a stop, after rumbling over the plank flooring of -the pier, and the two men alighted, fairly dragging their captive after -them. The lad hung back, and a cry of protest and fear came to his lips. -Then, seeming to feel that he was called upon to be brave, he drew -himself up proudly, and said: - -"You need not drag me, senors. I will go with you, but you will regret -your action. You are under a great mistake." - -"Stow your talk," commanded Ike, roughly. "If we're making a mistake -we're getting paid for it, and you needn't be so high and mighty with -us. 'Senors' be hanged! Talk English!" - -The lad did not answer, but followed his captors, who had him by an arm -on either side. Sam flung the driver of the coach some money, and the -vehicle rumbled off in the darkness. - -"Now, if Guy and Simon are waiting, we'll be all right," murmured Sam. -As they approached the stringpiece he gave a cautious whistle, which was -answered from a small boat lying out a little distance from the wharf. -The craft was rowed in, and a few seconds later the two men with their -prisoner were aboard, while Guy Fletcher and Simon Scardale handled the -oars, and sent the boat out toward the yacht _Princess_. - -"Did you get him?" asked Simon, when they were well out from the shore. - -"Sure," answered Sam, "though he says he isn't Dick Hamilton." - -"You know _me_, don't you, Dick?" asked Simon, with a sneering laugh. - -The captive returned no answer. - -As the rowboat approached the yacht, a figure could be seen leaning over -the rail--the figure of an old man. - -"Did you get him?" he called in a cautious whisper, as the craft came -alongside the accommodation ladder. - -"Sure thing," answered Ike. - -The five were on deck shortly, and Mr. Larabee, approaching the youth -who had been kidnapped, said: - -"I'm sorry, Nephew Richard, that I had to act this way, but it's for -your own good, as you will come to acknowledge in time. It is done to -prevent you from making a beggar of yourself. Now, if you will come -below, I'll explain my plans to you. My, but I'm glad this chase is -over! I had a hard time to get you--me and er--me and these friends of -mine. But now I have you, and we'll go back home. Yachting is terribly -expensive--terribly!" - -With a sigh, the old man led the way to the cabin. The others, including -the captive, followed. The latter maintained a grim silence. - -In the well-lighted apartment Uncle Ezra turned to behold his nephew. -He looked once, and started. Twice, and he threw up his hands in -amazement. Then he cried: - -"Land o' Goshen! You've got the wrong boy! What does this mean? This -isn't my nephew, Richard Hamilton! You've made a terrible mistake! Oh, -dear! Oh, dear! Now, I'll be sued for damages!" - -"A mistake?" echoed Ike Murdock. - -"A mistake?" faltered Sam Newton. - -"Mistake?" chorused Guy and Simon. - -They all took a good look at the youth whom they had kidnapped. There -was no doubt of it. Though he bore a strong resemblance to Dick -Hamilton, the lad was unmistakably a Cuban or a Spaniard. He drew -himself up proudly and fairly glared at them. - -"What did I tell you, senors?" he asked, softly. - -"Fooled!" gasped Ike, and, as he spoke, the yacht began to gather -headway, for the engineer had orders to get in motion as soon as the -party came from offshore. - -"We are moving! You are taking me away!" He sprang toward the -companionway. - -"Easy now," cautioned Sam, roughly. "Stay where you are. Maybe we did -make a mistake," he went on, turning to Mr. Larabee, "but it may be all -right, after all. We'll keep this young fellow aboard. I think Ike and I -can fix up a scheme that will change matters a bit," and with that he -thrust the young Spaniard into a small room off the cabin, and locked -the door. Meanwhile the yacht was increasing her speed, and moving out -of the harbor. - - - - -CHAPTER XXIII - -DICK ON THE TRAIL - - -The Santiago papers, the next day, contained a full account of the bold -kidnapping, and, with fervid language, described how the scoundrels had -spirited the Cuban youth away from under the very noses of the police. -Strong and vigorous action was called for, and it was suggested that a -reward be offered. There had been too many cases of late, the gazettes -stated, where youths had been taken away, and held for ransom. - -In this case the object of the kidnappers was likely to fail, the papers -stated, as the victim was the son of a poor man--Senor Alantrez--who -would be unable to pay any money. Senor Alantrez was a clerk in the -government employ, and he and his son were worthy persons, it was said. - -"Well, I call that a shame!" exclaimed Dick to his chums, as, seated on -the deck of his handsome yacht, he was reading aloud to them the account -of the outrage. "The police here ought to get busy, for a fact." - -"Is that all there is to it?" asked Beeby. - -"No," answered the young millionaire. "There's more. It goes on to say -that it is believed that the boy was taken off in the yacht--hello! -what's this? Why, fellows, it says that he was taken off in the yacht -_Princess_, which recently came here from New York. There was something -mysterious about the craft, it states. Mysterious! I should say so. Why, -I'll wager a good bit that this is the same yacht they tried to get me -aboard of, to rob me!" - -"You're right," exclaimed Widdy, who was stumping about the deck, near -the boys. "That's her name, Mr. Dick." - -"But it might not be the same one," suggested Paul. - -"Wait until I read a bit further," said Dick. "Yes," he went on, "it -says that men from the yacht were seen in several places about town -yesterday and last night. And the description of them tallies with those -two men who followed me about in New York." - -"You don't think they tried to kidnap you, do you?" asked Henry Darby. - -"Not a bit of it," answered the young millionaire. "I think they were -just ordinary thieves, but I also think that they might attempt a more -desperate game down here. Probably they are the same fellows, who took a -trip in their yacht to see what luck they would have in Cuba. Then they -decided to try kidnapping, as the paper states there have been several -cases of it lately. Only they happened to get the wrong lad--one with -no money--instead of a rich chap." - -"Yes, they would have done better to have picked up you," remarked Frank -Bender. "But, when they find out their mistake, they'll let this Pedro -Alantrez go, I guess." - -"Sure," agreed Dick, "and it will be a good joke on them. I hope they -are caught and punished." - -They discussed the kidnapping further, wondering if it would be of any -service to the police for Dick to tell what he suspected of the -men--namely, that they had followed him in New York. - -"I think I would," suggested Beeby. "I'll go ashore with you, and we'll -call on the police. We'll tell 'em what you know, and I can get some -good snapshots of the officers, maybe." - -"Oh, you and your snapshots!" exclaimed Dick, good-naturedly. "You'll be -taking your own picture next, Beeby. But I think your proposition is a -good one. Fellows, let's go ashore. Widdy, have the launch gotten ready; -will you?" - -"Aye, aye, sir," answered the wooden-legged sailor, and soon the young -millionaire and his chums were scudding toward the landing dock. - -While the others rode about the city in carriages which Dick hired, the -young yacht owner and Beeby were driven to the office of the chief of -police. Dick's reputation as a master of money had preceded him, and he -was ushered into the private room with no little ceremony. He told his -suspicions of the men who had taken part in the kidnapping, and received -the thanks of the official, who said he would communicate with the -police of New York, toward which city the scoundrels were undoubtedly -bound. - -As Dick came out of the chief's private room he saw, standing at the -desk of one of the lieutenants of police, a man who seemed greatly -affected. He was evidently under some poignant grief or sorrow. - -"And you say there is no news?" he asked in Spanish, which language Dick -understood slightly. "They have taken my boy out to sea! Oh, my poor -son! Why can not a boat be had to follow the scoundrels?" - -"Because there is no boat available," answered the lieutenant. "We would -gladly accommodate you, Senor Alantrez, but it is impossible." - -"That is the father of the boy who was kidnapped," said the chief, in a -low tone to Dick. "He will be glad to meet you, and to know that you -have given us some information that may prove valuable. Come, if you -like; I will present him to you, Senor Hamilton." - -"Very well," assented Dick, and he was shortly shaking hands with the -grief-stricken parent. - -"Do you think there is any chance of catching the villains?" asked Senor -Alantrez of Dick, in fairly good English. The man seemed nervous and -anxious for some one to give him hope. - -"Yes, I think they'll get them," declared the young millionaire. "When -those men find out that your son is not--er--not as--" Dick hesitated. -He did not wish to embarrass the father by referring to him as poor. - -"Do not be afraid to speak it, senor," said Mr. Alantrez, with a sad -smile. "Poverty and I have been close friends, of late, though we were -not always such. I am poor, and I am glad, for now the scoundrels may -the sooner return my son to me. If there was but a fast boat to be had, -we would give chase to them. But there is none to be secured without -much money, and I, alas, have none. So I must wait; but it is hard! My -poor boy!" - -Dick's face shone with a sudden light, and his eyes brightened. He took -a step forward. - -"Would you like to get a boat, and take a cruise after those men who -have your son?" he asked. - -"Ah, senor, it would give me the utmost happiness! But why ask me? I can -get no boat." - -"Yes, you can," cried the young millionaire. "I wonder I didn't think of -it before. My yacht, the _Albatross_, is at your disposal, Senor -Alantrez! If you will be my guest we'll get up steam at once, and trail -after those villains! I'd ask nothing better than to run them down!" and -Dick's eyes sparkled with righteous anger. "They tried to injure me, and -I'd be glad of a chance to get back at them. Come, senor, we'll start at -once, if you are ready, and I think we can overtake the _Princess_, -though she has a good start." - -"Oh, I can never thank you enough, senor!" cried the father, seizing -Dick's hand, and attempting, in his warm, Spanish way, to kiss it, only -the lad drew it quickly away. "I am your debtor for life!" he cried. - -"Wait until we see if we catch those fellows," spoke Dick, as he led the -way from the police station, followed by Senor Alantrez, and Beeby, who -had been busy taking several snapshots. - -The chief of police and his lieutenant shrugged their shoulders. - -"These Americanos!" murmured the chief. "They are always in such a -hurry. To-morrow would have done as well." - -But Dick, hurrying toward his yacht, with the now hopeful father, waited -for no to-morrows. He was going to get on the trail at once. - - - - -CHAPTER XXIV - -OFF FOR STONE ISLAND - - -Dick's chums, when they returned to the yacht, after waiting in vain for -him at the plaza, where the band played, and where he had promised to -meet them, were surprised to see him in earnest conversation with a -Spanish gentleman on the deck of the _Albatross_. - -"Well, we've been looking everywhere for you, Dick," said Paul Drew. "We -were beginning to be afraid you had been kidnapped." - -"The saints forbid!" cried the Cuban, fervently and earnestly. - -"Come here and meet a friend of mine," invited Dick, and, when the lads -crowded up, he presented them to Senor Alantrez--that is, all save -Beeby, who, having accompanied Dick to the police station, was already -acquainted with the father of the kidnapped lad. - -"We are going to sea once more, fellows," announced the young -millionaire. "We're going to chase after those kidnappers." - -"But what about the search you came here to make?" suggested Paul Drew, -in low tones. "Aren't you going to look for your mother's relatives?" - -"Yes, but I've got the lawyer doing that. He can accomplish all that I -can, and more too, only not so quickly. It will be two weeks before he -has any definite news for me, and, in the meanwhile, I don't want to -stay tied up to a dock. I want to be doing something." - -"That's Dick Hamilton, all the way through," murmured Henry Darby. - -"So I proposed to Senor Alantrez that we give chase to these villains, -and we're going to," went on the young millionaire. "We'll start as soon -as we have taken some coal aboard and some more provisions, and that -can't be until to-morrow morning, I'm sorry to say. But we are a faster -boat than is the _Princess_, and we may be able to overtake her, even if -she has a start of us." - -"Where will you look for her?" asked Frank Bender. - -"Oh, along the route to New York. I think they'll head for there, or, -maybe they'll come back, when they find out their mistake." - -"The saints grant that they may," murmured the father. "Oh, if I can see -my boy again, unharmed, I will be happy forever!" - -"We'll get him," promised Dick, firmly. "We'll get him, or twist off the -propeller!" - -Dick hurried all he could the coaling of the yacht, but even his utmost -efforts were of little avail. The laborers were not in the habit of -exerting themselves, and they took the usual time. Captain Barton did -manage to get the stores and provisions aboard sooner than he expected, -but taking on coal was a slow and unpleasant task. - -At length, however, it was finished, and Dick, having left word with the -Santiago lawyer that he might be gone on the search for several days, -prepared to sail. Captain Barton had taken counsel with some local -pilots as to the best plan for their cruise, and had secured -considerable information about a number of islands, and dangerous reefs -in the neighborhood of the coast off Santiago. - -Senor Alantrez readily obtained leave from the government office, where -he was employed, to be away for as long as was necessary, and, on the -second morning after the kidnapping, Dick, with his friends, and the -father of the missing lad, stood on deck, and gave the order to cast -off. - -"And when we come back, I hope we'll have your son, and also those -scoundrels who took him away," said our hero to the grief-stricken -father. - -As the yacht was slowly moving away from the dock, a boy was seen -running down the pier, waving something over his head. It looked like a -letter, and he was shouting at the top of his voice. - -"There's some one for you, Mr. Dick," said Widdy, who was smoking his -pipe near the after companionway. - -"Wait, we must see what that is," called the youthful yacht owner. -"Perhaps it's a note from the police about the kidnappers." - -Captain Barton swung the indicator over to half-speed astern, and the -craft's way was checked. The boy with the letter came on faster. - -"Wonderful!" cried Beeby, as he saw the speed the lad was making. "I -must get a snapshot of him. I have really lived to see some one in Cuba -in a hurry! I must make a picture of it, or no one will believe me when -I tell them." - -He focused his camera on the lad, who, seeing the glistening glass point -at him, ducked, and would have run back. - -"Stop it!" commanded Dick, with a laugh. "Wait until he delivers that -letter, Beeby, and then you can snap him going back. He's afraid to come -on." - -The cadet put his camera out of sight, and the boy advanced again. - -"Is Senor Alantrez on board?" he asked in Spanish. - -"Yes, yes, I am here! What is it? Is my boy found? Is it news from the -scoundrels who carried him away?" and the father was trembling in his -eagerness. - -"It came to the office for you," explained the boy, "and they hurried me -down here with it. It arrived through the mail, senor." - -With a skilful flip of his fingers he sent the envelope scaling on deck, -like a miniature aeroplane. - -Dick tossed the lad some coins, and, picking them up, he ran back up -the pier as if some one was after him. - -"Quick, Beeby!" called Paul, "if you want a snapshot, now's your -chance." - -"Now he's in _too_ much of a hurry," objected the cadet, as he snapped -his camera at the fleeing lad. "Wonderful to relate, he's entirely too -quick for me." - -Senor Alantrez was reading his letter. As he finished it he uttered a -cry, and extended the missive to Dick. - -"It is news of my boy!" he exclaimed joyously. "The scoundrels have -given him up. Oh, the saints be praised! Now, we can get him--if only he -is unharmed. See--read, Senor Hamilton!" - -The note was brief, and was written in English, which Senor Alantrez was -familiar with. Dick perused it: - - - "Senor Alantrez," the letter began. "We regret having been the - cause of annoying you, but it was not altogether our fault. We made - a mistake. We did not mean to kidnap your son. We wish to restore - him to you unharmed, but we do not care, for obvious reasons, to - venture back to Santiago. Therefore, we have taken this plan: We - will leave your son on a small island, called Stone Island, where - you can call for him at your leisure. He will be provided with - sufficient food and water to last two weeks, and, in addition, - there is food to be had on the place. He will not suffer, as the - weather is warm, and there are natural shelters on Stone Island. - Regretting the trouble we have caused you, at the same time - assuring you that it was unintentional, we beg to remain unknown to - you, except as - - "THE KIDNAPPERS." - - -"Well, what do you think of that?" cried Beeby, when Dick had read the -letter aloud. - -"Talk about nerve!" exclaimed Paul. - -"What'll you do?" asked Tim Muldoon. - -"Do, why the best thing is to go to Stone Island," decided Dick, -promptly. "This letter may be a fake, but it sounds genuine. Anyhow, it -won't be much out of our way to call there; will it, Captain Barton?" - -"No," announced the commander, after consulting his charts, and some -memoranda given him by a Santiago pilot. "Stone Island is a small one, -rather isolated, to be sure, and not near any others. It is about a -hundred miles south of the Laberinto de doce Leguas group of keys, which -are themselves only a few miles from Key Grande and Key Caballones, two -rather large islands. I think we can pick up Stone Island, all right." - -"Then we'll do it!" cried Dick. "This letter came in the nick of time. -We'll rescue your son, Senor Alantrez, and do it as soon as steam can -take us there. I hope we find him all right, though he may be a bit -lonesome from his Robinson Crusoe existence." - -"Oh, my poor boy! But he is brave! Once he is out of the hands of those -scoundrels, all will be well!" - -"It's the only move they could make," said Dick, reflectively, "for they -knew they would be arrested if they set foot on Cuban soil. Now, to the -rescue! Let her go, Captain Barton!" and once more the yacht gathered -headway, and was soon on her way to Stone Island. - - - - -CHAPTER XXV - -DICK'S YACHT IS GONE - - -As may well be imagined, there was, at the start of this voyage, more -excitement aboard the _Albatross_ than at any time since the eventful -cruise had been begun, save, perhaps, during the time when it was -thought that Tim Muldoon was drowned. Dick was eager to make speed to -the island where the kidnapped youth was said to be, and, after that, he -had it in mind to chase after the kidnappers, if he could get a clew to -their whereabouts. This, however, he feared would be difficult. - -As for Captain Barton, and the others, they, too, were all as anxious as -was the owner of the yacht to effect the rescue, and, as the craft -sailed over the heaving ocean, the boys talked of little else as the -hours passed, save what would happen when they found the marooned youth. - -Senor Alantrez took up his position near the bows, peering eagerly -forward, as if to get the first glimpse of the lonely island where his -son was supposed to be. The yacht, though it was making good time, -seemed to him barely to be crawling through the water. - -But, after the first day of travel, matters settled down more into the -usual routine, though the subdued air of excitement and expectancy was -never absent. - -"Well," remarked Innis Beeby one morning, as he got up from the -breakfast table, "I think I'll take a few snapshots." - -"For the love of a celluloid film, Beeby!" exclaimed Dick, "is there -anything on board that you haven't snapshotted? If there is, name it, -and I'll make you a present of it as a souvenir." - -"Well, I haven't been able to get a picture of Grit and Gritty -together," answered the stout cadet. "They won't stand still long -enough. Every time I think I have them posed, the pup makes a nip at -Grit's ear, or tail, and then they mix it up in a make-believe fight, -and it's all off." - -"Why don't you take 'em as they're playing," suggested Paul. "Make a -sort of moving picture." - -"By Jove! I never thought of that," said Beeby. "I'll do it," and he -hurried off to get his camera. - -Dick was busy for the next few minutes, talking to Captain Barton, but -his attention was suddenly taken by a series of howls and yells, mingled -with barks and growls, coming from the main deck. - -"By Jinks!" Dick exclaimed, as he ran up the companionway, "I guess Grit -is after Hans again." - -He was just in time to see his bulldog shaking something in his strong -jaws, while Beeby, who had arisen from a sprawling position on the deck, -was crying out: - -"Here, Grit, old fellow, give it to me! That's a good dog! Don't smash -it, now! Come on, old fellow. I didn't mean you any harm; honest, I -didn't!" - -Grit only growled the harder, and shook more vigorously the object he -held. - -"What's he got?" asked Dick. - -"My camera," replied the fleshy lad. "I was taking a snapshot of him, -sitting alone--the first chance I had at him--but when he heard the -shutter click, I guess he must have imagined I was trying to poison him. -He made a jump for me, and----" - -"Did he bite you?" asked the young millionaire, anxiously. - -"No, he only grabbed the camera away from me, and now he's trying to -make splinters of it. Drop it, Grit, I say!" - -But the bulldog, growling and snarling, never heeded. - -"Here, Grit!" called Dick in a low voice. "Bring it here!" The dog -obeyed instantly, and the camera, rather the worse for wear, as Paul -said, was laid on the deck. - -"Here it is--guess it isn't hurt much," observed Dick. "If it is, I'll -get you a new one, Beeby, and you can sell that to Henry Darby, for old -scrap iron and leather." - -"Humph! It looks pretty well chewed," spoke Beeby, "but I guess it's -all right. I hope he didn't shake it so hard that he fogged the film." - -"Maybe he took some views on his own account," suggested Frank Bender. - -"I'm going to develop the roll and find out," declared the fat youth, -and he came back presently from the improvised dark room, to report that -the only good picture on the strip of film was the one of Grit. It had -been taken just before the dog sprang, and was a characteristic -likeness. - -Several days passed, with good weather to make the cruise more -enjoyable. Senor Alantrez maintained his watch for the first glimpse of -Stone Island, the others taking observations now and again through the -powerful glasses. - -It was toward the close of a warm, lazy afternoon, when Dick and his -chums were sitting on deck, under an awning, sipping iced lemonade and -eating some thin crackers which the steward served to them, that from -the lookout in the crow's nest, at the forward mast, there came a cry: - -"Land ho!" - -"Where away?" demanded Captain Barton. - -"Dead ahead!" - -"Then, that must be what we are looking for," went on the commander. "I -thought it was about time we picked it up." - -Dick sent for the glasses, and, taking an observation through them, -reported that he could see a low-lying island, which bore a resemblance -to the description given them of the lonely land whither they were -bound. - -"And oh, if only my son proves to be there!" exclaimed the anxious -father. - -"Let's make a little more speed," suggested Dick, "and we can anchor, -plenty of time before night." - -The engine room telegraph gave the necessary order, and the yacht -slipped through the water more quickly. The island loomed up larger, -and, though Dick and his chums could see it plainly now, through the -binoculars, there was no sign of life about it. - -"Maybe it's only a blind trail they sent us on, after all," suggested -Paul. - -"I'll not believe that, until we've landed and made a search," cried -Dick. - -In another hour the _Albatross_ had dropped anchor in a quiet little -bay, where there was good holding ground, and sufficient depth of water. -They could get a partial view of the island now. It was possibly five -miles long, and about half as broad, with a very much broken and -indented shore-line, as far as could be seen. There appeared to be a -heavy growth of vegetation on the place, which was partly of coral -formation, but from the bay, where the yacht was anchored, no very good -view could be obtained. The centre of the land was high and rocky, -showing evidences of volcanic formation. - -"Well, we're here!" cried Dick, as the _Albatross_ swung around with -the current. "Now to go ashore and find your son, Senor Alantrez!" - -"And may that be speedily!" exclaimed the father. "I can not thank you -enough, Senor Hamilton, for bringing me here; I am ever your debtor!" - -"Nonsense!" cried Dick, who did not relish praise. "Any one would have -done as much as I have. Get the launch ready, Mr. Midwell, if you -please, and we'll go ashore." - -"Who are going?" asked Paul. - -"Well, I thought we fellows would all go," said Dick, "and Senor -Alantrez, of course. Then I'll take Widdy to help with the boat, and -that will be enough. Unless you want to come, Captain Barton." - -"It's not necessary, unless you think you'll need help. I don't like the -looks of the weather, and I should prefer to stay by the ship, when I'm -on an unknown island coast." - -"Oh, I don't fear anything from those kidnappers," said Dick. "They've -probably gone long ago, leaving the young man here alone. We'll very -likely find him on the other side of the island. Perhaps it will be as -well for you to stay on board, however, captain. Come on, fellows." - -"Yes, don't lose any time," advised the commander. "I'd like to get -plenty of sea room, if it comes on to blow, as seems likely now." - -The gasolene launch was quickly awaiting the young millionaire, and his -guests, at the foot of the accommodation ladder, and soon, with Widdy at -the steering wheel, Dick and the other five young men were on their way -ashore. They found an easy, sandy beach on which to land, and, taking -the kedge anchor of the launch well up on shore, to prevent the tide -from floating off the craft, they all started inland to look for the -kidnapped youth. Grit and the puppy raced on ahead, gamboling over the -sands, and glad enough to be on shore again. - -"Which way shall we go?" asked Dick. - -"To the right," decided Paul. - -"Looks like a better place off to the left," came from Beeby. - -"If I might advise," remarked Widdy, "I'd make for the high ground. Then -you can get a view over the island, an' see if there is a signal shown -anywhere, or some sort of a place where he might live." - -"Good idea!" cried Dick; "we'll do it! Come on, fellows! Come on, Senor -Alantrez!" - -Forward they went, climbing the rough, high land in the centre of the -island. It was no easy task to mount to the summit, and, when they were -near it, Dick, who was in the lead, called: - -"Quiet, everybody! I hear some one coming!" There was a sound of -crackling underbrush, and of tree branches pushed to one side. - -"Maybe it's an animal," suggested Paul. "I brought one of your rifles, -Dick." - -"Good! Have it in readiness, though it walks more like a person than an -animal." - -The sounds suddenly ceased. - -"Maybe it's some of the kidnappers," came from Beeby. "If I get a chance -I'll snapshot 'em, and we can use the pictures for evidence. I----" - -Beeby didn't have a chance to finish. A moment later there was a sudden -cry of joy, and a figure burst through the fringe of underbrush. Right -toward Senor Alantrez it sprang, and Paul, who had half-raised the -rifle, lowered it, for he saw that the figure was that of a youth. - -"Padre! Padre!" shouted the lad, and then in rapid Spanish he greeted -his father. - -"My son! My son!" cried Senor Alantrez, in delight. "I have really found -you! The dear saints be praised! Heaven has been good to me!" and father -and son were clasped in each other's arms, while Dick and his chums felt -the moisture come into their eyes, and they found something exceedingly -interesting to look at in the other direction. The two Cubans embraced -warmly, held each other off at arms' length, as if to make sure there -was no mistake, and then clasped each other close again, all the while -murmuring endearing terms in their own tongue. - -"But I forget myself!" exclaimed the elder Cuban at length. "Pedro, here -is our benefactor--yours and mine--but for him, you would never have -been found. Kiss his hand!" - -"No, you don't!" cried Dick, who was not used to such things. "I don't -want to be thanked. I've been thanked enough. If I hadn't come here for -you some one else would. But I'm glad you're all right, Pedro Alantrez. -Did those scoundrels treat you badly?" - -"No, it was all a curious mistake, and, as soon as they discovered it, -they set me ashore here, and said my father would be told where to come -for me. I have been waiting two days. I have not suffered, save from -loneliness. I erected a signal on the other side of the island, and I -was crossing to put one up over here, when, as I was walking along, I -heard voices. I grew afraid. I hid, but when I peered out, and saw you, -I knew it was all right. Oh, padre, how happy I am!" - -"Well, we're glad, too," spoke Dick, "but as it's growing late, and as -Captain Barton says a storm is coming up, suppose we return to the -yacht. I fancy you have had enough of this place, Pedro?" - -"Too much, Senor Hamilton. I shall be glad to leave it." - -They turned to make their way down the slope. It was getting late, -though there was still plenty of light. They had been out of sight of -the yacht and launch for some time, as the bay where they had landed was -on a curve, and trees hid it from view. - -As they came down to the beach, where they should have had a glimpse of -the launch, Dick rubbed his eyes, took a second look, and cried out: - -"Fellows, we're not sailors. The launch has been carried away by the -tide!" - -"Carried away by the tide?" repeated Widdy, wonderingly, as he stumped -forward. "It couldn't be! She was well fastened, and the kedge anchor -was out of reach of high water." - -"But she's gone!" declared Dick. - -"Maybe we're at the wrong place," suggested Paul. - -"This is where we landed," insisted Henry. - -"It sure is," agreed Beeby. "I remember it, for I took a picture of the -launch as it was drawn up on the beach, and I stood near this big -shell," and be pointed to one of peculiar formation. - -"Then Captain Barton must have come ashore and got the boat," said Frank -Bender. - -Dick glanced across the bay. There was a wide expanse of water, but -nothing was visible on it. A cry of fear and wonder came to his lips. - -"Fellows!" he exclaimed, "my yacht is also gone!" - -"Gone?" echoed the others. - -Silently Dick pointed to the place where the _Albatross_ had been -anchored. There was no mistaking it, for the craft had been just -opposite where the launch landed. But the yacht was not there, and a -rapid survey of the shore in both directions did not disclose either her -or the launch. - -"Fellows, we're marooned on this island!" spoke Dick, solemnly. - - - - -CHAPTER XXVI - -MAROONED - - -For a few moments after Dick had spoken his companions hardly realized -the import of what he said. It came rather as a shock to them, following -the disappearance of the launch and yacht. - -Senor Alantrez and his son looked at each other, not quite -understanding, for, though they spoke English fairly well, the talk of -the young millionaire and his chums had been so rapid and excited that -the two foreigners had not gathered the full meaning of what was said. - -"Is it that the steamer has gone, but will return presently?" asked the -elder Cuban of Dick. - -"It's gone--that's sure," was the reply, "but whether it will come back -or not----" the lad shrugged his shoulders, a Spanish trick he had -acquired lately. - -"What does it all mean?" asked Beeby. "Is the yacht really gone, Dick?" - -"Do you see it anywhere?" inquired the young millionaire in his turn, -and he swept his hand toward the ocean. "If you do, you have better -eyes than I. And the launch seems to have disappeared also." - -"But I can't understand it," put in Paul. - -"I guess it's as Frank said," remarked Henry Darby. "The captain saw a -storm coming up, and came to get the launch. Then he put out to sea." - -"He wouldn't do it, and leave us marooned on this island, with nothing -to eat," declared Dick, positively. "No, fellows, there's something -queer and mysterious about this. Either the yacht and launch suddenly -sank, which is out of the question, or they were taken away. Pedro -Alantrez," he went on, turning quickly to the young Cuban, "did those -kidnappers, who landed you here, go away?" - -"As far as I know, they did, Senor Hamilton," was the answer. "They -anchored about where you say your yacht was, and brought me ashore in a -small boat, with some food. Then they rowed back, got up steam, and -sailed away, leaving me all alone." - -"Did you think those men might have stolen your yacht, Dick?" asked -Beeby. - -"I was beginning to think so--in fact, I was sure of it, but if they -went away I don't see how they could. They would hardly stay around, -after sending word to Senor Alantrez that his son was here, knowing, as -they must have, that he would come to get him. It wouldn't be safe for -them. No, they probably have gone, but there may be Cuban pirates, or -some other criminals, on this island, who sneaked around when we were -inland, and took the launch and yacht." - -"But they'd have to overpower Captain Barton and the crew to do such a -thing," objected Frank Bender. - -"Well, that's possible," argued Dick, "especially if they sneaked up on -the _Albatross_ in the launch. Captain Barton and the others, seeing the -yacht's launch approach, wouldn't suspect anything until it was too -late. I'm afraid something serious may have happened to them. Did you -notice any signs of pirates, or other desperate characters, on the -island since you have been here?" asked Dick, of the young Cuban. - -"No, senor, but then I did not explore this place much. I was too full -of grief. I merely erected a signal on the other side of the island, and -was coming to do the same here, when I met you." - -There was silence for a few minutes, while the grim, dismal fact that -they were marooned on a lonely and seldom-visited island, sank deeper -into the minds of the young millionaire and his chums. They gazed -helplessly across the stretch of ocean, which was fast becoming covered -with a haze, added to which the falling darkness made it impossible to -make out objects more than a short distance away. - -"Well, what's to be done?" asked Beeby at length, and he emitted a -sigh. "If we've got to stay here all night, we'd better do something." - -"We'll probably have to stay here for several nights and days," declared -Dick. "Fellows, we're up against it. I think the first thing to be done -is to go to some high point--the highest on the island--and see if we -can get a glimpse of the yacht. It can't have gotten out of sight so -quickly." - -"Maybe not, but by the time we get to the high point, it'll be so dark -we can't see anything," put in Widdy, who had said little since the -astonishing discovery was made. "If I might say something, Mr. Dick, I'd -say the best thing to do would be to find a shelter for the night, as -it's cold an' damp when the sun goes down." - -"It's about down now," replied the young millionaire. "But, you're -right, Widdy, we do need shelter." - -"And something to eat," added Beeby. "What about that, Dick? I'm -hungry!" - -"Don't think of it," advised Paul. - -"I can't help it, when I remember all the good things on board the -yacht," went on the fat cadet. "The chicken, the roast beef, the soups, -the pies and cakes that Hans used to make--the omelets, and----" - -"Cut it out!" yelled Frank. "Do you want us all to die of indigestion?" - -"Not much danger," put in Dick, with a grim laugh. "But let's take a -vote on what to do. Where shall we spend the night?" - -"At a moving picture show, or a comic opera," said Tim Muldoon, with a -laugh. - -"That's right, jolly us up a bit," cried Dick. "We need it. But it's -going to be serious enough later on." - -"Pardon, senors," spoke the young Cuban, "but of the food which the -kidnappers left me there is still a considerable quantity left, and the -few days I was alone here I made a sort of shelter on the other side of -the island. If we hasten we can get to it before dark, and spend the -night there. It is better than on this side of the island." - -"Fine!" cried Dick. "Why didn't you say something about that before, -Pedro?" - -"I did not like to interrupt the senors," was the lad's gentle answer. -"But the food is not very choice, and there is not much of it." - -"It'll have to do," declared the wealthy lad. "Come on, fellows, for a -walk over the hill to the other shore. We'll make-believe we're on a -practice march, Paul and Beeby." - -"Sure," agreed the fat cadet, "only let it be more practice than march, -if you please, for my feet are sore." - -They started off, retracing their course in the same direction as when -they had looked for the kidnapped lad. Dick led the way, with Grit -coursing along at his heels, while Widdy carried Gritty, the puppy, -whose short legs got tangled up in the underbrush. - -They reached the other shore just as dusk fell, and there saw a mass of -leaves and branches which the Spanish lad had piled into a rude sort of -shelter. He showed them where he had stored the canned stuff which his -captors had left for him. - -"Why, that isn't so bad," announced Dick, as he saw the food supply. - -"Is there any fresh water?" asked Tim Muldoon. "I'm as dry as a fish!" - -"There is a good spring near here," announced Pedro. - -"Then we'll build a fire and camp out!" declared Paul. "Being marooned -isn't so bad, after all; eh Dick?" - -"Maybe not," agreed the young millionaire, as he helped the others -gather fuel for the fire. - -Soon a cheerful blaze was roaring on the beach, fed by pieces of -driftwood which Widdy brought from various points. The leaping flames -illuminated the place, and cast dancing, fantastic shadows of the little -party upon the sands. - -"Frank, you get some water," ordered Dick, "and then see what you can -find to boil it in. Pedro says they left him some coffee." - -"Yes, and a few cooking utensils," added the Cuban. "I think there is -also a coffee pot." - -"Good!" cried Dick. "Beeby, drop your camera and get busy. What do you -think I'm paying you for--to pose as a living picture?" - -"I was going to take a snapshot of the fire," pleaded the fat lad. - -"Make a snapshot of yourself bringing up more wood," ordered Dick, with -a laugh. "We'll need it before morning. Tim, you and Paul and Henry get -busy on enlarging the shelter. There is quite an addition to your -family, Pedro, since last night." - -"Yes, but there will be room for all," said the elder Cuban, cheerfully. -Nothing mattered to him, now that his son was found. - -And so the marooned party, gathered about the fire, took a happier view -of their situation as they bustled about, trying to get something to -eat, while Widdy piled the wood on the blaze, and the two dogs played -about in the sand, as if the whole affair was arranged for their -especial benefit. - - - - -CHAPTER XXVII - -DICK FINDS HIS RELATIVES - - -It can not be said that the supper was a very elaborate one. They ate -canned corned beef and crackers, and drank coffee from clam shells and -empty tin cans, but Dick said it tasted as good, if not better, than the -most complete meal Hans, the cook, had ever served to them on the yacht. - -"It sure does," agreed Beeby, with a sigh of satisfaction. "I'll have a -little more of that fricasseed corned-beef on toast, with a bit of -mushroom sauce on the side, if you don't mind, old man," and he passed -his clam shell to Dick. - -"You'll have nothing of the kind," announced the young millionaire, -peering into the frying pan, in which the beef had been warmed, "for the -simple reason, Beeby, that it's all gone." - -"Ah, a very good and sufficient reason," admitted the stout cadet. "Then -I'll fill up on water. There's plenty of that." - -They sat about the campfire after the meal, discussing over and over -again the strange disappearance of the launch and yacht, but being -unable to come to any conclusion regarding the matter. Dick's theory, -that some criminals (who were either concealed on the island, or who had -been on their craft, hidden in some bay) had sneaked out to the yacht -when the young millionaire and his chums were prospecting inland, was -generally accepted. - -"But what can we do about it?" asked Henry Darby, who was intensely -practical. - -"We'll think of that in the morning," decided Dick, who was both worried -and tired. He knew their situation was desperate, for the food supply -was very limited, and he dared not think what would happen when it was -all gone. And, in a measure, he felt a sense of responsibility for the -welfare of the whole party. "Let's get under shelter now," went on the -young yacht owner. "It's getting damp and chilly from the dew. In the -morning we'll make a better shelter, see what there is on this island to -eat, and put up some signals. It will probably be only a short time -before we can be taken off by some ship." But, though he spoke thus -hopefully, Dick was far from feeling the confidence with which he wished -to inspire his companions. - -The night under the flimsy shelter would have been uncomfortable to a -degree had not the faithful Widdy replenished the fire at frequent -intervals. Indeed, he scarcely seemed to sleep, but was up and about all -night, piling on wood, and making a roaring blaze the genial heat of -which penetrated to the bower where Dick and the others were stretched -out on the ground, endeavoring to get a little rest. - -Widdy constituted himself cook, and the first sight that greeted the -eyes of Dick when he crawled out the next morning, rather sore and -stiff, from his uncomfortable bed, was the old seaman, stumping around -on the sand, making coffee over the campfire. - -"My, but that smells good!" cried the young millionaire. - -"Just tell the steward to serve mine in my stateroom this morning, will -you, old chap?" drawled Beeby. "I think I'll lie abed a bit longer." - -"Yes, you will!" cried Paul Drew, and, with a shove of his foot, he sent -the fat lad rolling out of the bower, and over the sloping sand toward -the waves. - -"'Up, up, Lucy, the sun is up, and we must be up, too,' as it used to -say in the school books," cried Dick, gaily. "We've got lots to do -to-day, fellows, and we'd better get at it. So, after some coffee and -rolls--we'll omit the omelet this morning, because--ahem!--because the -hens seem to be off on their vacation--but after some coffee and -hard-tack we'll get busy. We must set up some signals of distress, erect -a better shelter, see what food we have on hand, look to see what there -is to be gotten here, and take another look at the place from where the -launch disappeared. Maybe we can discover some clews. Come on, tumble -out, everybody!" - -"Me for a dip in the briny!" cried Paul, and, stripping to his -undergarments, he ran down the beach, and was soon splashing about. The -others followed his example, with the exception of Widdy and Senor -Alantrez, and when the lads came back, glowing from their bath, they -found a table set on the sands--a primitive table, with tin cans for -cups, and shells for plates. But no coffee ever tasted better, as they -sat around in negligee costumes and drank it, for the weather was warm -enough to permit of light attire. - -"Now, fellows, here's the program, as I see it," said Dick, when the -meal was finished. "Senor Alantrez, his son and I will go over to the -other side of the island and erect some sort of a distress signal. We -will also take a look around while there. Widdy, you and Henry Darby and -Tim Muldoon can get busy and make a better shelter. You have -pocket-knives, and can cut branches when you can't break 'em. Paul, you -and Beeby take a stroll around, and see if there is anything to eat on -this place. Take the rifle, which you were lucky enough to bring with -you, Paul, and if you can pot a brace of quail or a roast turkey, so -much the better." - -"And I'll take some pictures," added Beeby. - -"Yes, it will keep you out of mischief," declared Dick, smiling. "Now we -all have something to do." - -"Aye, aye, Captain Hamilton!" exclaimed Paul, with a left-handed -salute. "Your orders shall be obeyed." - -"I wish I had some sort of a hatchet with which to cut a tree to stick -down near the beach for a signal pole," went on Dick. - -"The kidnappers left me one, but it's not very sharp," said Pedro -Alantrez, as he brought it forth. - -"It'll have to do," observed the young millionaire. "Now, come on. We'll -be back to dinner, fellows, so be sure to have a good one ready," he -added, as he and the two Spaniards started across the island. - -When the wealthy youth and his companions reached the high ground in the -middle of the place, they looked long and earnestly across the waste of -waters, but there was no sign of the yacht, nor any other vessel. Dick -could not help sighing, as he started to ascend the slope. - -"I regret, senor, that you have suffered so much on my account," spoke -Pedro, softly. "Your fine yacht is gone." - -"But I'll get it back!" declared Dick, with anger in his eyes. "It -wasn't your fault at all--I'm only too glad that we came here for you." - -They made a careful examination of the beach upon which the launch had -been hauled when the party went ashore, but no clews could be had. The -tide had washed away most of the footprints, and those that were left -were so intermingled that it could not be told whether they had been -made by Dick and his chums, or by strangers who landed, took away the -launch and thus reached the yacht. - -"Well, we'll put up a signal, and leave a note in some stones at the -foot of the pole, telling any rescue party that may land, to come to the -other side of the island," proposed Dick. "And there's another -thing--what shall I make the signal of?" - -"We'll have to use some of our clothing," suggested Senor Alantrez. "I -can spare my vest." - -"I guess we all can," said Dick. "We don't need 'em in this climate, and -three vests, fluttering from a flagstaff, will attract attention almost -anywhere." - -They cut down a tall, slender tree, tied their vests to it, one below -the other, and then, digging a hole in the sand with the hatchet, well -above high-water mark, they set up the pole. The signal showed -conspicuously. - -"Now, that's done, we'll take a walk along the beach before we go back," -proposed Dick. "Maybe we can find some clams or some crabs to eat. Well, -this is certainly a change from what I was doing yesterday. By the way, -Pedro, how did you come to be kidnapped, anyhow. I meant to have you -tell us, but so many other things happened that I overlooked it. Did you -get any clew to who the men were?" - -"I was just going to speak about it myself," said the young Cuban. "I -meant to last night, for I think you are much concerned in it." - -"I am concerned in it?" - -"Yes." - -"How is that?" asked Dick, wonderingly. - -"Because I was kidnapped by a man named Ezra Larabee, and the men he -hired to take me away thought they were taking a certain Dick Hamilton." - -"My Uncle Ezra here? He wanted to kidnap me? They took you for me?" -gasped Dick, wondering whether he had heard aright. - -"Yes. You and I strongly resemble each other," went on the Spanish -youth. - -"I know that," assented Dick, "but--my uncle here--trying to kidnap me? -It seems incredible. What vessel did he have?" - -"The _Princess_." - -"Ha! Then it _was_ the same one on which they tried to decoy me while in -New York. I begin to see through some things," cried Dick. "Those -men--the two who attacked me--they were kidnappers instead of thieves, -as I thought. But I never suspected Uncle Ezra, though he did bitterly -oppose me in this yachting business. But what can be his object? Is he -crazy?" - -"He is possessed with an idea that you must be prevented from wasting -your money," answered Pedro. "I gathered that much while a captive on -the _Princess_. He wants to kidnap you for your own good, he says." - -"Then he must have gone insane. To think of taking you for me!" - -"Yes, your uncle was very much put out over the mistake the men and boys -made," said Pedro. - -"Boys--were there boys aboard the _Princess_?" asked Dick. - -"Guy Fletcher and Simon Scardale," answered the Spaniard. - -"Guy and Simon? Worse and more of it!" cried Dick. "But how did my uncle -happen to get in with them--how did he get away down to Cuba?" - -"It seems that he followed you from New York," went on Pedro, who had -overheard considerable during his captivity. "He knew you were coming to -Cuba to look up some distant relatives." - -"That's right, so I did, but I don't seem to be able to locate them," -said the young millionaire. "I am looking for some relatives of my dear -mother--their names are Miguel and Raphael Valdez, but they seem to have -disappeared." - -"Miguel and Raphael Valdez?" gasped Senor Alantrez, springing to his -feet. "Are you searching for _them_, Senor Hamilton?" - -"I am, but I've about given up. They are not to be found, and I'm sorry, -for mother wished to have them aided if they were in want. Besides their -signatures are needed to important papers. However, if I can't locate -them----" - -"They _are_ to be found!" cried the elderly Cuban. - -"Where?" asked Dick, eagerly. - -"Here," replied Senor Alantrez, with a dramatic gesture. "Allow me to -make known to you the identity of myself and my son. I am Senor Raphael -Valdez, and he is Miguel, and we are relatives of your mother, if you -are the son of Mortimer Hamilton." - -"I certainly am," responded the youth, in puzzled tones, "but I thought -your name was Alantrez." - -"I changed my name when I lost my money, as I was too proud to let my -friends know of my misfortune," went on Senor Valdez, as we must now -call him, "but we really are the last of the Valdez family, as I shall -soon convince you. We are your mother's relatives, though I never -suspected it, for the name Hamilton is not uncommon. Please to be -seated, senor, and I will relate our story to you," and the Cuban -politely waved Dick to a seat on the sand. - -"And to think that I have been chumming with you all this while, and -never knew you were my relatives!" cried the young millionaire. "This -beats a story in a book. Go ahead, senor, tell me all you can, and then -we'll hurry back to camp with the good news." - - - - -CHAPTER XXVIII - -BUILDING A RAFT - - -Senor Raphael Valdez was not long in proving the identity of himself and -his son. Several years back he had fallen in love with a Miss Rose -Martin, who was Dick's mother's cousin. He had married her, taken her to -Cuba, where he had large possessions, and, after many years of happiness -she had died, leaving him an only son. When the war with Spain broke -out, all of the wealth of Senor Valdez was swept away, and he became -poor. - -Unwilling to let his friends know of his plight--for his was a proud -Spanish nature--he changed his name, and he and his son set out to mend -their broken fortunes. But it was hard work, and for years he struggled -along, concealing his whereabouts to such advantage that none of Mr. -Hamilton's inquiries located him. - -Finally Senor Valdez, under the name of Alantrez, secured a place with -the government, in Santiago, his former home, but he and his son had so -changed in appearance that none of their former friends knew them, and -they had no near relatives. - -All this the elder Cuban related to the young millionaire, as they sat -on the sands at the foot of the signal mast. - -"And that accounts for the likeness of you and my son," finished Senor -Valdez. "He has some of the Martin blood in his veins, I am glad to say, -and I am proud that your mother, Senor Hamilton, was related to the -Martin family." - -"So am I," added Dick, "and I'm happy that I have found you. I have been -able to fulfil the mission my mother left unfinished, and also clear up -dad's property affairs. I hope you will not be too proud, senor, to -accept help from me," he continued wistfully, for Dick liked nothing -better than to help other people. "Besides, there is a tenth share of -the property in New York coming to you." - -"You have already placed me so much in your debt that I am overwhelmed," -said the Cuban, warmly. - -"Then you might as well let me make a complete job of it," spoke Dick, -quickly, with a laugh. "But, suppose we start back. The others may be -getting anxious." - -Senior Valdez returned to his pocket certain papers, by which he had -proved his identity, and arose. - -"Come on, Cousin Miguel," Dick said to the Cuban lad. "I'm going to -call you cousin, from now on, if you don't object." - -"I am honored," answered Miguel, with a stately bow. - -Exploring part of the beach, near the signal mast, Dick and his two -companions found a number of soft clams, of which they gathered a -quantity, carrying them in a bag which the kidnappers had left with -Miguel. - -"We'll have them steamed on a fire in a pile of seaweed," suggested the -young millionaire. "It'll be a shore dinner, though the usual fixings -will be missing." - -They found the whole party assembled on the beach, near the campfire, -waiting for them, Paul and Beeby having returned empty handed. There was -rather a glum look on their faces. - -"What's the matter?" asked Dick. "You look as if you'd lost your last -friend." - -"We didn't find any grub," explained Beeby. - -"But _we_ did, and I found something else," went on the lad of millions. -"Here are slathers of soft clams. We can't starve while they hold out." - -"We saw some like those, but I didn't think they were any good," -remarked Beeby. "We were looking for something worth while." - -"You'll find these worth while when you're hungry," went on Dick. "Come -on, now, fellows, get a good fire going, gather some seaweed and we'll -have a feast. But, first, I've got some news for you," and he proceeded -to relate his unexpected, but perfectly simple, finding of the relatives -he had come so far to seek. - -"It's just like when once I found a whole lot of scrap iron I wasn't -expecting," declared Henry Darby, and then he wondered why Dick and the -others laughed, hastening to explain, as soon as he saw the joke, that -he had no intention of comparing the young millionaire's relatives to -iron junk. - -While the boys were discussing the strange outcome of the affair, Widdy -was busy with the steaming of the clams. In a short time an appetizing -aroma filled the air, which caused the boys to inquire anxiously when -the "shore-dinner," as they dubbed it, would be ready. - -They ate in rather primitive fashion, with fingers doing duty for knives -and forks, but they all said they had never tasted any better clams, -though there was no drawn-butter to dip them into. - -[Illustration: THEY ATE IN RATHER PRIMITIVE FASHION, WITH FINGERS DOING -DUTY FOR KNIVES AND FORKS.--_Page 228._ _Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht._] - -"Now," suggested Dick, as they finished, and wished for more, "we will -take an account of stock, and see what's next to be done." - -"The bower or bungalow, or whatever you're going to call it, isn't quite -finished," said Tim Muldoon. - -"It won't take long," was Widdy's opinion; so they all set to work on -that, and soon had a fairly good shelter constructed; one that would -keep out the cold, and damp night winds. - -"Next is the food supply," went on Dick, and when they looked over what -the kidnappers had left with Miguel Valdez there were anxious looks on -every face, for the quantity was barely sufficient to last them a week. - -"There's only one thing to do," declared Dick, grimly, "we will have to -go on short rations until we are rescued, or until we can get away from -this place." - -"And when will that be?" asked Beeby, nervously. - -"How about it, Widdy?" inquired Dick of the old sailor; "are any vessels -likely to pass this way?" - -"Not many," was the response. "We're out of the track of most vessels, -though, of course, there's always the chance of a tramp steamer seein' -our signals. As the flagpoles are on both sides of the island, they can -hardly miss 'em." - -"Well, we won't sit down and wait for some one to come along," decided -Dick, after a moment's thought. "If we want to get away from this place -we've got to help ourselves." - -"And how's that?" inquired Paul. "Are we going to build a boat, like -Robinson Crusoe did, out of a hollow tree?" - -"Not much," declared Dick. "We haven't any tools to make a boat, but we -can build a raft, and float away on that, and perhaps get in the track -of some steamer; eh, Widdy?" - -"I think so, Mr. Dick. We'll try, anyhow." - -"But how can we build a raft?" asked Beeby. "Do you expect us to cut -down trees with our pocket-knives? It can't be done, Dick. We're in a -bad way, and our only hope is a steamer sighting us." - -"You get out!" cried Dick, vigorously. "We may starve before a steamer -comes. We've got to get afloat before all our grub is gone, and that -means we'll have to build a raft at once. I saw a lot of dead trees in -the woods. They're light, and will float well. Then we can cut down some -others with the hatchet." - -"And tie 'em together with a fishline, I s'pose?" added Beeby, gloomily. - -"Not at all, but if you've got a fishline I can see what you're going to -be up against," spoke the young millionaire, quickly. "Go off and try to -catch some fish, Beeby. We can fasten our raft together with wild vines. -I tripped over enough in the forest to make a dozen rafts, and they're -almost as strong as wire cable. Now, get busy, fellows, and we'll soon -be afloat again." - -Dick's enthusiasm and energy were contagious. In a short time they were -all busy dragging small dead trees from the woods to the beach. The logs -were laid criss-cross, and under Widdy's direction, were tied together -with strong, trailing vines, of which there were many available. - -To make the raft more secure, they cut down, with the hatchet, a number -of saplings, which were bound in and out among the larger logs, giving -them the necessary stiffness. At the close of the first day they had a -large raft, capable of holding them all, and it was nearly ready to be -floated. - -"But it must have more wood in," decided Dick, as they sat about the -campfire that night, eating a scanty ration which was served out. "We -may encounter a storm, and the more wood we have in our craft the higher -it will ride. Then we must build a sort of platform on which to store -our food and water, and we'll also rig some lifelines, of the vines, to -keep us from pitching overboard." - -"Right you are, my hearty! All regular and shipshape!" exclaimed Widdy. -"We'll get away from this place, and catch those kidnappers yet, split -my lee scuppers if we don't!" - -"And get my yacht back, too, I hope," added the young captain. "I'd like -to know who has her." - -If Dick had been able to peer into the comfortable cabin of his yacht at -that moment he would have been very much surprised at the sight which -would have met his eyes. - -They renewed work on the raft next morning, after a more comfortable -night spent in the bower than was their first. Other logs and saplings -were added to the rude craft, and a platform was constructed out of -driftwood, and pieces of the boxes in which the kidnappers had left food -for the young Cuban. - -"There, that will keep our stuff dry for a while, anyhow," remarked -Dick. "Now about taking some fresh water along; what would you advise, -Widdy?" - -"Water's going to be our worst trouble," declared the old sailor. "But -we've got quite a few tins that's had food in 'em. We can fill those, -and by only taking a small sip when we're dry it may last us until we -are picked up. If it doesn't----" He did not finish, but the boys knew -what he meant--they would suffer terribly. - -For two days more they worked on the raft, for they knew their very -lives would depend on its stability, and Dick would take no chances. -They even made a sort of awning on it--a shelter from the sun--using old -bags. Then a good-sized cask was luckily cast ashore by the tide, one -morning, and that served admirably to hold a good supply of water. - -All this while a sharp lookout had been kept for passing vessels, but, -though once or twice smoke from steamers, hull down on the horizon, had -been seen, none approached the island, and the tattered signals -fluttered desolately in the wind. But Dick and his marooned chums were -too busy to give up hope. - -"If we only had more food I wouldn't worry so much," said the young -millionaire, the night before they were to start off on the raft. "Our -supply is getting lower, and, though we can take along a lot of clams, -and maybe catch some fish, it's going to be mighty small eating for a -while, fellows." - -"I had pretty good luck catching fish to-day," announced Beeby. "Maybe -we can get a lot and smoke 'em!" - -"The very thing!" cried Dick. "We'll wait another day, and take along a -supply of smoked fish." - -They crawled into the bower that night, and stretched out on beds of dry -seaweed, wondering and fearing what the morrow would bring forth. - - - - -CHAPTER XXIX - -THE RESCUE - - -With soft clams for bait, Paul Drew and Tim Muldoon made up the fishing -party next day, while Dick, Henry and Widdy, aided by the two Cubans, -put the finishing touches on the raft. Beeby went off with his camera, -which he had brought to the island. He said he wanted to get some last -views of the place where they had been marooned. - -The fishing, which was done off some rocks that jutted out from shore, -was good, and soon the two youths had a fine supply. The old sailor -cleaned them, and then, laid on a network of sticks, over a slow fire, -the fish were smoked, to preserve them for use as food when the voyage -of the raft should have been started. - -The tins and cask were filled with water, and fastened to the raised -platform in the centre of the craft. What little food remained was -carefully stored aboard, together with as many soft clams as could be -gathered. - -"We can catch some fish as we sail along," remarked Frank Bender, "but -we'll have to eat them raw." - -"Raw? Not a bit of it!" cried Dick. "I've just thought of something. We -can make a stone fireplace aboard the raft, and take along some wood. -Then, when it doesn't rain--and it's not likely to for a while--we can -cook. I never thought of that before, but I've often seen fires built on -big lumber rafts, and ours is large enough. We won't have to eat our -fish raw, if we're lucky enough to catch any. And another thing, I'm -going to rig up some sort of a sail. We can do it with pieces of the -bagging. Then we can get some motion beside that of drifting. Oh, before -we get through with this we'll have a regular ocean steamer," and he -laughed gaily. - -He was soon constructing the fireplace on the raft, with a bed of dirt -beneath the stones to avoid danger from fire. Henry Darby helped, and -Frank Bender gathered a supply of dry wood, which was stored in one of -the wooden boxes under the platform. Then a mast, with a boom at top and -bottom, to hold distended a square sail of bagging, was made, and -erected. - -"Now, we begin to look like something," declared Dick, as he surveyed -the raft. "We'll float her at high tide to-morrow, and then we'll see -how she rides. She may not be as swift as my steam yacht, but she'll -answer, I hope." - -"What are you going to christen her?" asked Henry. - -"Guess we'll call her the _Albatross II_," said Dick, and that name was -selected. - -It was now time for the scanty dinner, which was all that could be -served, for rations were scarce, when Beeby came panting from the woods, -and dashed down the beach toward his companions, who were grouped around -Dick. - -"I got 'em!" he cried. "I got 'em!" - -"Got what?" asked the young millionaire, anxiously. - -"A whole lot of birds! They're like chickens, nice, and plump, and fat! -I got 'em. I sneaked up on 'em, and they didn't hear me, and I got 'em! -They ought to make fine eating!" - -"Good for you!" cried Dick. "Like chickens, eh? Well, we'll wait dinner -and cook some now, and also take some cooked ones along on the raft. -You're all right, Beeby, if you are fat. Where are they, and how many -did you kill?" - -"Kill? I didn't kill any!" was the surprising answer. "I meant that I -snapshotted 'em. I'll make a dandy picture! There must have been a -hundred birds! I used my last film on 'em!" - -For an instant Dick looked at the fat cadet. The hope that had risen -high in all their hearts was rudely dispelled. Beeby gazed about, trying -to understand wherein he had offended, for the silence was ominous. - -"Throw him down, and stuff sand in his mouth!" cried Dick, at length. -"The idea of telling us you have a whole lot of birds like chickens, -and we about to eat some scraps of corned-beef, and cold clams, and -then, when our mouths are all watering, you say you snapshotted 'em! -Snapshotted 'em! You ought to be made to eat some fricasseed clam -shells, Beeby." - -"Why--why, didn't you want me to take a picture of 'em?" asked the stout -youth, blankly. - -"Take a picture of 'em? Why, in the name of the sacred cat, didn't you -shoot some for dinner?" asked Dick. - -"I--I didn't have the rifle. But I'll go back and see if I can pot some. -There are hundreds of 'em." - -"No, we'll have grub first, and then we'll see what we can do. It sounds -good, and I guess, after all, you're entitled to a vote of thanks, -Innis, for discovering them." - -Dick and Beeby went hunting that afternoon, and the young millionaire, -who was a good shot with the rifle, managed to get a number of the plump -birds. They were roasted, and furnished a good supper, while a quantity -of the cooked fowl were put aboard the raft for future use. - -The next morning, bidding farewell to the desolate island, where they -had been marooned for nearly a week, the little party floated the raft -at high tide, got aboard, and, hoisting the rude sail, while Widdy -steered with a sweep, which he had improvised from a sapling, and a -board from a box, they set off--for where they did not know. - -There was a light wind, and the day was fair, and Widdy, who had all -the instinct of an old salt, headed the raft, as well as he could, -toward Cuba. They did not hope to reach it, or, rather, they hoped they -would be picked up before having to sail so far. - -Of their voyage on the raft they talked for many years afterward, for it -was a novel experience. At first, it was not so bad, for the sea was -calm, and they even built a fire and cooked some fish which they caught. -Senor Valdez volunteered to serve in the "galley," as Dick called it, -the Cuban gentleman proving an expert chef, even with such rude -facilities at his command. He and his son were jolly good companions, as -well, for, now that they had each other, no hardships seemed too much -for them. - -The raft, naturally, made slow progress, but to the boys anything was -better than remaining on the lonely island, waiting for a vessel to take -them off. - -For three days they sailed on, uneventfully. They had enough to eat to -keep them from feeling hungry, though there was no great variety, and -they had water to drink, though it was flat and warm. They even managed -to get some sleep on piles of seaweed which had been put on the raft. - -But the sea, as if tired of being so calm, kicked up a fuss on the -fourth day out, and waves began to come aboard. The fire was put out, -and some of the tins of water washed overboard. This was a severe loss, -for their scant supply was getting lower each hour. They were wet and -miserable, and when it came on to rain, the only consolation in the -storm was that they caught a little fresh water. - -The next day proved hot and muggy, when the body seemed to want as much -water as a sponge. Dick, backed up by Widdy, would let only a little of -the fresh fluid be used. The boys were advised to keep their bodies wet, -as this helped to slake their thirst. There was little difficulty in -this, as the spray and waves kept every one aboard the raft more or less -soaked. - -They had to eat cold victuals, and on the fifth day, even these were -limited in quantity, for the food was giving out. - -It was a forlorn and weary raft of adventurers that sailed slowly over -the sea, with every one aboard straining his eyes for a sight of a ship -that would rescue them. - -"It certainly is tough," murmured Beeby, when he was allowed but a -mouthful of water. "Terribly tough! I'm awful dry!" - -"Think of something else!" counseled Dick. "We may be picked up -to-morrow." - -They were not, though, and with their supply of food down almost to -nothing, and only a little water left, their situation was desperate. -Poor Grit whined and looked up into Dick's face, as if trying to -understand why he did not have all the meat and water he wanted. The -young millionaire (and what a mockery his wealth seemed to him then) -shared his rations with the dogs, but would not allow the others to -deprive themselves of any of theirs. Dick only drew his belt tighter, -and gazed off into space, hoping against hope that he would see a ship. -He wet his parched lips, and prayed silently--not so much for himself, -as for the others, while Grit whined at his feet, and licked his hand. - -The little puppy, not being able to stand the strain, died, and, rather -sorrowfully, they cast him overboard. - -It was on the ninth day out--a hot, broiling day--when the sun seemed -fairly to sizzle through the bagging awning, and force out every drop of -moisture from one's body. There was not an ounce of water left, and -death stared them in the face. They lay about the raft limply, almost -too weak to speak. - -It was Widdy who first saw the approaching, ship. At first he feared his -eyes were deceiving him, and he rubbed them, and stared again and again, -to make sure, before he ventured to cry out: - -"Sail ho!" - -They all leaped to their feet with new strength at his words, and gazed -where he pointed. At first it was but a speck, but they shouted and -waved any rag or piece of clothing they could catch up. Of course, their -feeble voices did not carry, but they must have been seen, for, -presently, when the ship was made out to be a steamer, they saw the -course changed, and she bore down upon them. - -"We're saved, thank God!" gasped Dick, and there were tears in his eyes, -while Grit, as if catching the spirit of hope, leaped about, and barked -joyously. - -An hour later they were aboard the steamer _Trascaron_, and were being -fed cautiously on soup and weak tea, while their raft was abandoned, and -with thankful hearts they learned that they were aboard a vessel bound -for Santiago. - -"And when we get there I'm going to hire another yacht, and search for -mine!" declared Dick, with something of a return of his former energy. - - - - -CHAPTER XXX - -THE PURSUIT - - -No bad effects followed our friends' exposure on the raft, and starved -bodies were soon well nourished by the good food supplied aboard the -_Trascaron_, whose captain could not do enough for the young -millionaire's party. - -Dick asked eagerly for news of his missing yacht, but could obtain none, -and was forced to content himself until they arrived at Santiago. There -his first act was to send a cablegram to his father, telling something -of Uncle Ezra's daring acts, how they were marooned on the island, and -of his intention to search for the _Albatross_. - -Incidentally, Dick asked for some money, since most of his was aboard -the stolen yacht, and Mr. Hamilton promptly cabled a large sum, -sufficient to hire a steamer for a month. Dick, after fitting himself -and friends out with new clothing, next visited the lawyer, whom he had -engaged to search for the Valdez family, informing the attorney that no -further steps were necessary. The Cuban father and son were installed in -comfortable rooms in the hotel where Dick and his companions were -quartered, and Senor Valdez was told that Mrs. Hamilton, his wife's -cousin, had made ample provision for him, so that he could set up in -business again. - -Senor Valdez and his son also signed certain papers in reference to the -property in New York, clearing the title, and making it unnecessary for -them to leave Cuba. They would receive their tenth share of the value of -the land, which, with what provision Mrs. Hamilton had made for them in -her will, placed them beyond the reach of want. - -"And, now that's done, I'm going to get busy on my own account, and find -my yacht," remarked Dick one evening to his chums, as they sat in the -parlor from which their sleeping-rooms opened. - -"Yes, it's time you did something for yourself; you've had us on your -hands long enough," remarked Paul. - -"Well, we had lots of fun, even if we were marooned, and nearly -shipwrecked," declared the young millionaire. - -Negotiations for the hire of a small, but swift, steamer were completed -the next day, and Dick and his friends went aboard. Of course, Grit went -also. Inquiries had failed to throw any light as to who might have -stolen Dick's yacht and launch from Stone Island, nor was any trace -found of the steamer _Princess_, containing Uncle Ezra and the men and -two youths whom he had hired to kidnap Dick. - -"Then, if you can't get any trace, how are you going to know in which -direction to search?" asked Beeby. "You can't cover all the waters -around Cuba." - -"I don't intend to," replied Dick. "In the first place, Captain Barton, -and the others of the crew are--or were--aboard my yacht when it was -captured. They are either aboard her now or they have been put ashore -somewhere by the thieves. In the latter case, we will hear something -from them sooner or later, for they'll communicate with us, and we'll -get a clue to work on. If they are still held as prisoners, I'll have to -adopt a different course." - -"And what'll it be?" asked Paul Drew. - -"Why, I think our best plan is to sail back to Stone Island." - -"Stone Island?" cried Henry Darby. - -"Do you mean to camp out there again?" asked Frank. - -"No, we had enough of that," answered the wealthy lad. "But I have an -idea that the men who stole my yacht have a sort of headquarters on that -island. We didn't have time to look for it, but it must be there. What -would be more natural than that they will either hang around in that -vicinity, or even visit the island." - -"Hardly that, if they think we are there still," objected Beeby. - -"That's just it. They may think we have been taken off by some steamer, -and that the coast is clear, so that they can come back. If they do we -have them, and so I think our best plan is to set sail for the island -where we were marooned." - -"I guess you're right, Dick," admitted Paul. - -The next day the _Golconda_, which was the steamer Dick had hired, -slipped away from her dock, and headed for Stone Island. Aboard her, -though the boys did not live as finely as they had in the yacht of the -young millionaire, they had a good time, and most of their hours were -spent on deck, as they cruised on, looking for a sight of the -_Albatross_. - -Dick declared that he was getting cross-eyed from so constantly looking -through the binoculars, but he would not give up. Many ships were -passed, but they proved to be other than the _Albatross_. Nor was the -_Princess_ sighted. - -"I guess Uncle Ezra and his crowd had enough, and went back to New -York," ventured Dick. "My uncle is probably in Dankville now, figuring -up how much money he lost. Oh, won't I have the laugh on him when I -jolly him for kidnapping the wrong person!" - -"I'd do more than _jolly_ him," said Beeby, vindictively. "He ought to -be arrested." - -"Oh, Uncle Ezra is a peculiar man," said Dick. "He can make himself -believe that he acted just right. He's afraid I'll die a pauper in the -poorhouse, I guess." - -Forward sailed the _Golconda_, even to Stone Island, but there was no -sight of the missing yacht. They anchored in the bay where Dick's fine -craft had previously come to rest, just before the theft, and, -cautioning captain and crew to be on their guard, Dick and his chums, -well armed, went ashore with Widdy, who was now one of their party. - -But there was no trace of any visitors since they had left to make the -voyage on the raft, and they found their camp desolate, and undisturbed. - -"Well, I guess I was wrong, thinking they'd come back here," said Dick, -rather disappointed, when, after a day spent on the island, they -prepared to go back on board the steamer. "But we'll search farther." - -They did, and the voyage was kept up for a week, sailing here and there, -but always in the vicinity of the island. Once they returned to Santiago -to inquire if any news had been heard of either ship, but none had. Then -they began their search of the waste of waters again, stopping at or -near several small islands or keys, and inquiring of many vessels which -they spoke as they manoeuvred about. - -"My yacht seems to have disappeared from this vicinity," admitted Dick, -ruefully, when the second week was half gone. "I guess I'll have to give -up." - -"Don't you do it, matey!" exclaimed old Widdy, smashing his pipe down on -deck, a favorite diversion of his whenever he was excited. "Keep after -'em! You'll find 'em yet, split my lee scuppers if you won't!" - -And so the young millionaire resolved not to give up just yet. - -It was on the last day of the second week, when, as they were cruising -about almost within sight of Stone Island, that they saw the smoke of a -steamer, which seemed bearing down in the direction of the place where -the kidnapped youth had been left. - -"Here comes a ship," spoke Beeby, who was using the glasses. - -"Let me see?" requested Dick, and he took a long view. "I don't believe -it's my yacht," he said, "yet it's coming in this direction, and very -few ships have trade or business in this locality. Captain, I think -we'll steam forward and meet her." - -The young millionaire's word was law aboard the ship he had hired, and, -accordingly, the _Golconda_ was put about, and headed toward the unknown -vessel. - -This soon gave them a better view, and the boys crowded around their -host, anxious for the first word that would proclaim if it was the yacht -they sought, or some other craft. - -Dick's eyes were glued to the binoculars, as he stood on the bridge, -peering eagerly forward. - -"Is it her?" asked Beeby. - -"I can't quite make out. She looks something like the _Albatross_, yet -the funnel is a different color." - -"Maybe they painted it again, to deceive people," suggested Henry -Darby. "Why--look--she's turning around!" - -They all stared in wonder, for the vessel, for some reason, was swinging -about in a big circle, retracing her course. - -"Can we go a little faster?" asked Dick of the captain. - -"_Si_, senor," was the reply, and the engine room telegraph clanged out -an order. The _Golconda_ leaped ahead. - -As the boat, to which the gaze of all was directed, swung around, so -that her stern was toward the vessel containing Dick and his chums, the -young millionaire uttered a startled cry. Passing the glasses to Paul -Drew, and bidding him look, Dick exclaimed: - -"It's her! It's my yacht! It's the _Albatross_!" - -"It sure is," agreed Paul, a moment later. "I can read her name under -the stern." - -"After her!" fairly yelled Dick. "After her, captain! Use every ounce of -steam you can, for we _must_ catch her!" - -"I'll go down in the engine room and talk Dutch to the firemen," -volunteered Widdy, who had the privilege of the bridge. He hastened -away, while Dick took another view of his yacht, that was steaming away -from him so rapidly. But the _Golconda_ was increasing her speed also, -and the "bone in her teeth" grew larger in size, while the screw -threshed the water at the stern more violently. The pursuit was on. - - - - -CHAPTER XXXI - -"MAN OVERBOARD!"--CONCLUSION - - -Of the eagerness with which he watched the chase, and noted the distance -between the two vessels, Dick was hardly aware at the time. But he -realized that he was under a great strain, and none more strongly than -when he found he could scarcely open his cramped hands from holding the -binoculars, through which he was looking at his yacht. He tried to make -out figures aboard the steamer, but could not. - -"Why do you think they turned about and ran?" asked Paul. - -"They probably suspected something," replied Dick. "They saw us headed -toward them, and got frightened." - -"Do you think you can catch up to her?" asked Beeby. "She's going at a -pretty good clip." - -"The time was when I wanted my yacht to be swift," answered Dick, "but -now I wouldn't care if she was a regular canal boat--until I boarded -her. But this steamer's got some speed, too, and I am hoping that those -on the _Albatross_ won't know how to get the best out of her. In that -case, we can overhaul her." - -But it was not going to be an easy task, as was soon demonstrated. The -_Golconda_ closed up part of the gap between her bow and the stern of -Dick's yacht, and that seemed all she was able to do. The stern chase -was kept up, and was likely to prove a proverbially long one. - -Then, whether Widdy succeeded in infusing some of his own eagerness into -the firemen, or whether the _Golconda_ took it into her own notion to do -better, was not apparent, but, at any rate, she did several more knots -an hour, and toward the close of that afternoon, Dick was made happy by -seeing his stolen yacht nearer to him. - -"We must get her before dark, or she'll slip away in the night," he -said. - -"_Si_, senor," replied the Spanish captain. "We will have her soon, now. -They are losing speed." - -And it did seem so. Little by little the _Golconda_ crept up. Persons -aboard the _Albatross_ could be seen hurrying to and fro on deck, but -Dick could not make out who they were. - -"But we'll board her, and put them in irons, whether they're pirates, -with the reputation of Captain Kidd, or not," declared the young -millionaire, savagely. - -Nearer and nearer raced the pursuing vessel. The two were now but half a -mile apart, and every moment was lessening the distance. Dick was in a -fever of impatience, fearing something would happen that would allow -the thieves of his yacht to escape with her. - -"We'll have her in half an hour more!" he cried. "Eh, captain?" - -"_Si_, senor. Perhaps in less. I will see----" - -He did not finish the sentence. Instead he half uttered a cry of -astonishment, and pointed toward the _Albatross_. Dick looked, and saw a -figure shoot over the rail of his yacht, and fall into the sea with a -splash. - -"Man overboard! Man overboard!" he yelled, as if those aboard his own -swift vessel could hear him. - -"Why--why--they're not going to stop to pick him up!" cried Beeby, who -was beside his wealthy chum. "They're going to let him drown!" - -"He's struggling in the water!" announced Paul Drew. - -"Shall I----" began the captain, looking at Dick. The young millionaire -knew what was meant. In the name of humanity they must stop and lower a -boat to save the man in the sea, for the _Albatross_ was keeping on, at -unslackened speed. Dick hesitated. The _Golconda_ was nearing the -struggling figure. To stop meant that his yacht ahead would draw further -away--she might so increase her distance that it would be impossible to -catch up to her before dark--and then--Dick knew the chances were slim -of ever seeing his craft again. Yet he hesitated only for a moment. - -"Lay to, and lower a boat, captain," he said quietly. "We can't let the -poor fellow drown." No one knew what it cost Dick to say those words. - -The engine room telegraph clanged out an order to slow up. Almost at -once the effect was apparent. The _Albatross_ seemed to shoot ahead. A -boat was quickly lowered from the _Golconda_, and the Spanish sailors -soon had rescued the man in the water. A limp and wet figure he lay in -the bottom of the small craft, as it was rowed back to the steamer's -side. Dick was gazing at his fast-fleeing yacht, and he could scarcely -keep down a lump in his throat. There was a mist before his eyes. He -thought she was gone forever. - -The rescued man was hauled up on deck. - -"Get under way as quickly as you can, captain," ordered Dick, as the -boat was hoisted to the davits. "We may catch them yet." - -"_Si_, senor." - -Dick strolled off the bridge to inquire how the half-drowned man was -getting on, and also, to learn, if possible, the identity of the men who -had stolen his yacht. - -The rescued one was sitting up on deck, in a steamer chair, having -recovered consciousness, due to the rough and ready treatment of the -sailors. Dick saw an elderly man, with a little bunch of white whiskers -on his chin. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. - -Grit, at his master's heels, growled ominously. The hair on his back -stood up, as it only did when he saw some one whom he hated, and who -disliked him. - -"Quiet, Grit!" said Dick, in a low voice. - -At the sound of the lad's words the man, who was covered with a blanket, -arose unsteadily to his feet. Dick could scarcely believe his eyes. - -"Ah--er--is it you, Nephew Richard?" asked the rescued one, slowly. - -"Uncle--Ezra--Larabee!" gasped the young millionaire. "Is it possibly -you?" - -"What's left of me--yes--Nephew Richard. Oh, I've had a fearful time--I -almost drowned, and those terrible men took all my money. Oh, it was -awful! Never--never again will I undertake such a task, no matter who I -try to save!" - -"Did those pirates capture you, too, as well as my yacht, Uncle Ezra?" -asked Dick. - -"No--I--I captured your yacht, Nephew Richard," gasped Mr. Larabee, -slowly. "But it's a long story, and I'm too weak to tell it now. I--I -fell overboard, trying to look and see how near you were to us! Oh, I -thought I'd drown, but you saved me! I--I--thank you!" The words seemed -to come unwillingly. - -"You--captured--my--yacht?" asked Dick, slowly, wondering if he had -heard aright. - -"That's what I did--but it was for your own good, Nephew Richard. I'm -too weak to talk more now. Please get me some medicine. I know I'll -catch rheumatism from getting wet, and then I'll have a doctor's bill to -pay." - -"Take him below--to my stateroom," ordered the young millionaire. "I'll -see him later. Now to try and get my yacht. The idea of Uncle Ezra -having taken her! I never dreamed of it! I can't understand it." - -Dick hastened to the bridge again. It was getting dusk, and he feared -the chase would be useless. He was met by Widdy. - -"She's stopped! She's laid to, Mr. Dick!" cried the old salt. - -"Who has?" - -"Your yacht! She's waiting for us--she's coming to meet us! I guess -they're giving up!" - -Dick, scarcely able to believe his eyes, peered off in the direction of -the _Albatross_. True enough, she was swinging about and approaching the -_Golconda_. Dick could not understand what it meant. - -He did a little later, though, when, having come within hailing -distance, the Spanish steamer having been brought to a stop, Dick, -looking across the intervening water, saw Captain Barton waving his hand -to him. - -"Captain Hamilton ahoy!" cried the old skipper. "Are you all right?" - -"Yes! How about you? Is my yacht safe?" yelled back Dick. - -"Aye, aye! My crew and I have been the prisoners of a gang of dastardly -scoundrels, up to within a few minutes ago, when we broke out, and took -command again. I've got the villains in irons in the brig, but your -Uncle Ezra is missing. He fell overboard and was drowned, they tell me." - -"No, we have him here," shouted Dick. "It's all right, but there's lots -to be explained. I'm coming aboard." - -Ten minutes later he was on the deck of his own yacht once more, shaking -hands with Captain Barton, while Grit was frisking joyously about, even -making friends with Hans, the cook. - -"And they made you prisoners, did they?" asked Dick of the commander. - -"Yes, and we've been locked up ever since they sneaked up on us at the -island, and took the vessel." - -"But dey didn't shut me oop," explained Hans, the cook, proudly. "Dey -vanted some one to make noodle soup for dem, und dey left me loose. Den -I bakes a pie, und I puts in it alretty a file und a saw, und vat should -happen but dot Captain Barton he gets der pie und saws mit 'em his way -out alretty yet. Yes--no?" - -"That's how it happened," declared the commander, with a glance of -approval at Hans Weyler. "But how did you ever get on our track, Dick? I -was afraid you had died on that island." - -"I'll tell you all about it," promised the young millionaire, "but first -let me know whom you have locked up as prisoners? Are they a regular -band of pirates?" - -"They're the same fellows who, under the misdirected ideas of your -Uncle Ezra, tried once before to kidnap you," said the captain. "Locked -up in the brig are Sam Newton and Ike Murdock, and with them are two -young acquaintances of yours--Guy Fletcher and Simon Scardale!" - -"Well, wouldn't that jar you!" exclaimed Dick, weakly. "I never -suspected they had my yacht. And Uncle Ezra, too! Well, it's been a -series of wonders all the way along! But is the yacht damaged?" - -"Not a bit, only those fellows didn't know how to sail her. Ike and Sam -brought some of their crew aboard, and I've got them in irons, too, -though they aren't really to blame, as they only did what they were -hired to do. Now for explanations." - -They were soon briefly told. Beginning from the time when he cast anchor -in the little bay, off Stone Island, and Dick and his chums went ashore -in the launch, Captain Barton told of the capture of his vessel. He and -his crew suspected nothing when they saw the yacht's launch approaching, -and it was not until Newton and Murdock, in company with a number of -lusty and savage men, had gained the deck, and attacked Captain Barton -and his crew, that any hint of foul play was suspected. Taken unawares, -the commander of the _Albatross_ and his men could do little. They were -locked up below, and what happened after that they learned from time to -time. - -The launch was hoisted aboard by the kidnappers, and the anchor gotten -up. Then out from a small bay, where she had been hidden, came the -steamer _Princess_, containing, among others, Uncle Ezra, Guy and Simon. -With a couple of men left aboard her to steer, the others of the -rascally crew, whom Mr. Larabee had hired, took up their quarters on -Dick's yacht, which was soon towing the _Princess_. - -It seems that after Newton and Murdock had made the blunder, and -captured the Cuban youth instead of Dick, they evolved a plan to redeem -their mistake. They learned, by skilfully questioning the youth, that -Alantrez was not his real name, and, forcing him to tell his true one, -and knowing something of the quest of the young millionaire, they -figured out that the Cuban was the relative whom Dick was seeking. - -They planned to leave young Valdez on Stone Island, with enough food for -a long stay, and then the kidnappers sailed away, touching at a small -seaport to send the letter which the Cuban lad's father received. - -Newton and Murdock, who were shrewd scoundrels, figured that when the -parent of the kidnapped boy learned that he was gone, he would reveal -his true name, and that Dick would thus discover his relative. The -kidnappers also thought that nothing would be more natural than that the -young millionaire would offer the use of his yacht to aid his mother's -relative recover his son. - -Things turned out just as the scoundrels desired, though not exactly in -the order on which they counted, for Dick did not discover his -relatives' identity until on the island. - -But he did sail for the lonely place, as we have seen, and Uncle Ezra, -and the men whom he had hired, were on the watch. The crabbed old man -thought that if he could capture Dick's yacht, it would so discourage -his nephew that he would give up the cruising notion, and so save his -money. - -Watching their opportunity, Newton, Murdock and the others stole out -from their hiding-place, when Dick and his companions were ashore, -seeking for the Cuban, and captured the _Albatross_, as I have said. -They had no intention of leaving the young millionaire and his friends -to starve, for Mr. Larabee insisted that they must return, and take off -his nephew after a few days. They knew there was food enough on the -island to last them all for some time. - -But dissensions arose among the scoundrels, when they had put out to -sea, and quarrels delayed the return of the yacht to the island. In the -meanwhile, the _Princess_ had been sold, and the entire party went -aboard the _Albatross_, the captain and crew of which, with the -exception of the cook, were kept close prisoners. - -Finally, Mr. Larabee, anxious about his nephew, prevailed upon Newton -and the others to return to Stone Island, but Dick and his chums had -set off on their raft. Not finding the young millionaire, and fearing -that the entire party had perished, Mr. Larabee was a very much -frightened man. He did not know what to do, fearing to return home, and -face Mr. Hamilton, yet dreading to leave the vicinity of the island, -where he had left his relative after confiscating his yacht. - -So the crabbed old man, and his companions cruised about, hoping to hear -some news from the marooned party, yet being afraid to venture into port -to make inquiries, for they reasoned that search would be made for them, -because of the kidnapping. Thus they sailed aimlessly about until the -_Golconda_ sighted them, and, suspecting from the manner in which she -headed directly for them, that she was looking for them, Murdock and his -cronies turned and fled, Mr. Larabee urging them to speed away from what -he feared would prove to be the grip of the law. - -The rest is known; how Mr. Larabee, leaning too far over the rail, to -watch the chase, fell overboard and was rescued by the vessel Dick had -hired. Captain Barton told how he and his crew, about this time, broke -from their prison, having sawed their way out by tools furnished by -Hans, the cook. They had a hard, desperate, but short struggle to subdue -Murdock and his men, but succeeded the more easily as the firemen and -engineers were becoming dissatisfied with Mr. Larabee's treatment of -them. - -In his turn, Dick told all that had happened to him since sailing away -from the island on the raft. - -"And now I'm here, and I'm going to stay on my own yacht," declared the -young millionaire. "I guess the boys will be glad to come aboard, too." - -The two cadets, Henry, Frank and Tim Muldoon were soon in their former -staterooms, while Guy, Simon, the two kidnappers, and the men in their -employ were told that they would be sent aboard the _Golconda_, to be -returned to Santiago. - -"The authorities there can do as they please with them," said Dick. -"Senor Valdez and his son can make a charge of kidnapping, if they -choose. I'm not going to bother with them, or take them as prisoners to -New York. I don't want to see them again. Let 'em go, as far as I'm -concerned. They didn't kidnap me." - -Guy and Simon pleaded to be taken back home, but Dick was firm. He said -he would run no further chances with them, and so, closely guarded, the -two unscrupulous youth, together with their older companions, were -transferred to the Spanish steamer. - -"What are you going to do with your Uncle Ezra?" asked Captain Barton. - -"Take him back home," answered Dick. "I guess he's had his lesson," and -very glad Mr. Larabee was to be taken aboard the _Albatross_. - -"And what are your plans, Captain Hamilton?" inquired Captain Barton, -as the two vessels parted company the next day, the _Golconda_ sailing -back to Santiago, and the other yacht making toward New York. - -"Oh, I'm going to give the boys a good time," announced the young -millionaire. "We haven't had much fun, as yet. Too much going on. Now -for a quiet cruise, life on some unknown island, if we like, and back -home in time for the winter term at the Kentfield Academy. We're out for -fun, now." - -"But--but, my dear nephew," ventured Uncle Ezra, "it will cost a lot of -money to keep this yacht going. I know, for I have spent considerable of -late." - -"I don't mind," answered Dick. "I'm going to give my friends a good -time. I may not have another chance to travel." - -But Dick did, as will be related in the next volume of this series, -which will be entitled "Dick Hamilton's Football Team; or, a Young -Millionaire on the Gridiron," and in which book we will renew our -acquaintance with the wealthy lad, and his friends and enemies. - -Dick's first act, after straightening out the tangle in which he found -himself, was to send a wireless to his father, telling of his safety, -and giving, in brief, an account of what had happened. Then the yacht -headed for New York, which was reached without incident, save that off -Cape Hatteras they went through a severe storm, carrying away one of -the auxiliary masts, and part of the wireless apparatus. Then, after a -visit to Hamilton Corners, with his friends, Dick arranged to take his -party for a trip along the New England coast, where later they had a -fine time, camping on a small island. - -Mr. Larabee was a very much subdued man when he got back home. He even -tried to pet Grit, but the bulldog would have nothing to do with him, -for which Dick was thankful. - -Mr. Hamilton was very indignant at his brother-in-law, and was -half-minded to take some action against him. - -"Whatever possessed you to do such a thing, Ezra?" asked the -millionaire. "Why, as I understand it, you tried twice to have my son -kidnapped, and nearly succeeded the third time." - -"Don't--don't use that word 'kidnapped,' Mortimer," pleaded the old man. -"It wasn't really kidnapping. I only wanted to get Dick away a certain -time for his own good, until he was over this yachting notion. It was to -keep him from wasting his money, since you wouldn't prevent him." - -"Of course not; it was his own money," answered Mr. Hamilton. "But do -you know you laid yourself liable to a severe penalty of the law, Ezra? -You might be given a long sentence, or a heavy fine, for what you did." - -"Don't say that, Mortimer," begged Mr. Larabee. "I meant it for the -best. I had Dick's interests at heart. Land knows, I lost enough money -as it was, and I was in hopes that you would reimburse me. Hiring -steamers is very costly." - -"You'll not get a cent from me!" declared Mr. Hamilton, decidedly, "and -you can consider yourself lucky if Senor Valdez doesn't prosecute you." - -"Oh, dear! I never thought of all that!" exclaimed the old man. "I did -it all for Dick's good. I would have treated him well if I had only -succeeded in getting him away." - -"Well, I'm glad you didn't," said Mr. Hamilton, more softly. After all, -he could partly forgive Mr. Larabee, who might honestly have been -actuated by what he thought was a right idea. - -Mr. Larabee did not stay long in Hamilton Corners. He and Grit did not -get on at all well together, and the old man had to be constantly on the -lookout for the bulldog, who took delight in hiding in dark places, and -unexpectedly making a dash for the old man's legs, growling fiercely. -Perhaps the animal would not have bitten him, but Mr. Larabee said it -made him nervous. So, after begging Dick's forgiveness, which the young -millionaire freely offered, the crabbed old man went back to Dankville, -sadder, and, perhaps, wiser, in a way. - -Dick, on thinking the whole affair over, came to the conclusion that, -after all, he had rather enjoyed it than otherwise, and so had his -chums, though they had been in danger at times. - -Henry Darby found his old iron business more prosperous than ever. Frank -Bender said he felt so fine from the cruise that he could do a number -of new "stunts," and was sure of getting a place in a circus. As for Tim -Muldoon, he declared he was going to sell an account of the yachting -trip to some New York newspaper, and get a lot of money for it. - -Paul Drew and Innis Beeby returned to their homes after the New England -cruise, both declaring they had never before so enjoyed a vacation, and, -as for the fat cadet, he had enough pictures to stock a photo-supply -shop. - -Dick kept his yacht in commission until nearly time for the military -academy to open, and, in company with Captain Barton and Widdy, and with -some of his friends for guests, enjoyed several short cruises. - -Murdock, Newton, Guy and Simon dropped out of sight for a time, after -being taken to Santiago, where, following a short imprisonment, they -were released. - -And so ends the story of Dick Hamilton's yachting trip, but it was not -the last of the stirring times he had, in which his millions played a -part, for he and Grit were destined for other adventures. - - -THE END. - - - - -ADVERTISEMENTS - - -THE FAMOUS ROVER BOYS SERIES By ARTHUR W. 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They have heard -that there is a treasure located in the vicinity of Kilauea, the largest -active volcano in the world, and go in search of it. - - - A SAILOR BOY WITH DEWEY, Or Afloat in the Philippines. - -The story of Dewey's victory in Manila Bay as it appeared to a real, -live American youth who was in the navy at the time. Many adventures in -Manila and in the interior follow. - - - WHEN SANTIAGO FELL, Or The War Adventures of Two Chums. - -Two boys leave New York to join their parents in Cuba. The war between -Spain and the Cubans is on, and the boys are detained at Santiago, but -escape across the bay at night. Many adventures follow. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, - NEW YORK - - -The Railroad Series - -BY ALLEN CHAPMAN. - -Ralph Fairbanks was bound to become a railroad man, as his father had -been before him. Step by step he worked his way upward, serving first in -the Roundhouse, cleaning locomotives; then in the Switch Tower, clearing -the tracks; then on the Engine, as a fireman; then as engineer of the -Overland Express; and finally as Train Dispatcher. - -In this line of books there is revealed the whole workings of a great -American railroad system. There are adventures in abundance--railroad -wrecks, dashes through forest fires, the pursuit of a "wildcat" -locomotive, the disappearance of a pay car with a large sum of money on -board--but there is much more than this--the intense rivalry among -railroads and railroad men, the working out of running schedules, the -getting through "on time" in spite of all obstacles, and the -manipulation of railroad securities by evil men who wish to rule or -ruin. - -Books that every American boy ought to own. - -RALPH, THE TRAIN DISPATCHER - Or The Mystery of the Pay Car. - -RALPH ON THE OVERLAND EXPRESS - Or The Trials and Triumphs of a Young Engineer. - -RALPH ON THE ENGINE - Or The Young Fireman of the Limited Mail. - -RALPH OF THE ROUND HOUSE - Or Bound to Become a Railroad Man. - -RALPH IN THE SWITCH TOWER - Or Clearing the Track. - -12mo. Illustrated. Handsomely bound in cloth. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, - NEW YORK - - -THE TOM SWIFT SERIES - -By VICTOR APPLETON - -12mo. CLOTH. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING. COLORED WRAPPERS. - -These spirited tales convey in a realistic way the wonderful advances in -land and sea locomotion. Stories like these are impressed upon the -memory and their reading is productive only of good. - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR CYCLE - Or Fun and Adventure on the Road - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR BOAT - Or The Rivals of Lake Carlopa - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRSHIP - Or The Stirring Cruise of the Red Cloud - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS SUBMARINE BOAT - Or Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUT - Or The Speediest Car on the Road - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIRELESS MESSAGE - Or The Castaways of Earthquake Island - -TOM SWIFT AMONG THE DIAMOND MAKERS - Or The Secret of Phantom Mountain - -TOM SWIFT IN THE CAVES OF ICE - Or The Wreck of the Airship - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS SKY RACER - Or The Quickest Flight on Record - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RIFLE - Or Daring Adventures in Elephant Land - -TOM SWIFT IN THE CITY OF GOLD - Or Marvellous Adventures Underground - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR GLIDER - Or Seeking the Platinum Treasure - -TOM SWIFT IN CAPTIVITY - Or A Daring Escape by Airship - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIZARD CAMERA - Or The Perils of Moving Picture Taking - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT SEARCHLIGHT - Or On the Border for Uncle Sam - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS GIANT CANNON - Or The Longest Shots on Record - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS PHOTO TELEPHONE - Or The Picture that Saved a Fortune - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS AERIAL WARSHIP - Or The Naval Terror of the Seas - -TOM SWIFT AND HIS BIG TUNNEL - Or The Hidden City of the Andes - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK - - -THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS SERIES - -By VICTOR APPLETON - -12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING. - -Moving pictures and photo plays are famous the world over, and in this -line of books the reader is given a full description of how the films -are made--the scenes of little dramas, indoors and out, trick pictures -to satisfy the curious, soul-stirring pictures of city affairs, life in -the Wild West, among the cowboys and Indians, thrilling rescues along -the seacoast, the daring of picture hunters in the jungle among savage -beasts, and the great risks run in picturing conditions in a land of -earthquakes. The volumes teem with adventures and will be found -interesting from first chapter to last. - - THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS Or Perils of a Great City Depicted. - - THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS IN THE WEST Or Taking Scenes Among the - Cowboys and Indians. - - THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS ON THE COAST Or Showing the Perils of the - Deep. - - THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS IN THE JUNGLE Or Stirring Times Among the - Wild Animals. - - THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS IN EARTHQUAKE LAND Or Working Amid Many - Perils. - - THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS AND THE FLOOD Or Perilous Days on the - Mississippi. - - THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS AT PANAMA Or Stirring Adventures Along the - Great Canal. - - THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS UNDER THE SEA Or The Treasure of the Lost - Ship. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK - - -THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS SERIES - -By VICTOR APPLETON - -12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING. - -In these stories we follow the adventures of three boys, who, after -purchasing at auction the contents of a moving picture house, open a -theatre of their own. Their many trials and tribulations, leading up to -the final success of their venture, make very entertaining stories. - - - THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' FIRST VENTURE Or Opening a Photo - Playhouse in Fairlands. - -The adventures of Frank, Randy and Pep in running a Motion Picture show. -They had trials and tribulations but finally succeed. - - - THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS AT SEASIDE PARK Or The Rival Photo - Theatres of the Boardwalk. - -Their success at Fairlands encourages the boys to open their show at -Seaside Park, where they have exciting adventures--also a profitable -season. - - - THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS ON BROADWAY Or The Mystery of the Missing - Cash Box. - -Backed by a rich western friend the chums established a photo playhouse -in the great metropolis, where new adventures await them. - - - THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' OUTDOOR EXHIBITION Or The Film that - Solved a Mystery. - -This time the playhouse was in a big summer park. How a film that was -shown gave a clew to an important mystery is interestingly related. - - - THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' NEW IDEA Or The First Educational Photo - Playhouse. - -In this book the scene is shifted to Boston, and there is intense -rivalry in the establishment of photo playhouses of educational value. - - - THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS AT THE FAIR Or The Greatest Film Ever - Exhibited. - -The chums go to San Francisco, where they have some trials but finally -meet with great success. - - - THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' WAR SPECTACLE Or The Film that Won the - Prize. - -Through being of service to the writer of a great scenario, the chums -are enabled to produce it and win a prize. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK - - -THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH SERIES - -By GRAHAM B. FORBES - -Never was there a cleaner, brighter, more manly boy than Frank Allen, -the hero of this series of boys' tales, and never was there a better -crowd of lads to associate with than the students of the School. All -boys will read these stories with deep interest. The rivalry between the -towns along the river was of the keenest, and plots and counterplots to -win the champions, at baseball, at football, at boat racing, at track -athletics, and at ice hockey, were without number. Any lad reading one -volume of this series will surely want the others. - -THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH -Or The All Around Rivals of the School - -THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE DIAMOND -Or Winning Out by Pluck - -THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE RIVER -Or The Boat Race Plot that Failed - -THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE GRIDIRON -Or The Struggle for the Silver Cup - -THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE ICE -Or Out for the Hockey Championship - -THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH IN TRACK ATHLETICS -Or A Long Run that Won - -THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH IN WINTER SPORTS -Or Stirring Doings on Skates and Iceboats - -12mo. Illustrated. Handsomely bound in cloth, with cover design and -wrappers in colors. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK - - -THE OUTDOOR CHUMS SERIES - -By CAPTAIN QUINCY ALLEN - -The outdoor chums are four wide-awake lads, sons of wealthy men of a -small city located on a lake. The boys love outdoor life, and are -greatly interested in hunting, fishing, and picture taking. They have -motor cycles, motor boats, canoes, etc., and during their vacations go -everywhere and have all sorts of thrilling adventures. The stories give -full directions for camping out, how to fish, how to hunt wild animals -and prepare the skins for stuffing, how to manage a canoe, how to swim, -etc. Full of the spirit of outdoor life. - - THE OUTDOOR CHUMS Or The First Tour of the Rod, Gun and Camera - Club. - - THE OUTDOOR CHUMS ON THE LAKE Or Lively Adventures on Wildcat - Island. - - THE OUTDOOR CHUMS IN THE FOREST Or Laying the Ghost of Oak Ridge. - - THE OUTDOOR CHUMS ON THE GULF Or Rescuing the Lost Balloonists. - - THE OUTDOOR CHUMS AFTER BIG GAME Or Perilous Adventures in the - Wilderness. - - THE OUTDOOR CHUMS ON A HOUSEBOAT Or The Rivals of the Mississippi. - - THE OUTDOOR CHUMS IN THE BIG WOODS Or The Rival Hunters at Lumber - Run. - - THE OUTDOOR CHUMS AT CABIN POINT Or The Golden Cup Mystery. - -12mo. Averaging 240 pages. Illustrated. Handsomely bound in Cloth. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK - - -THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES - -By LAURA LEE HOPE - -Author of the "Bobbsey Twin Books" and "Bunny Brown" Series. - -12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING. - -These tales take in the various adventures participated in by several -bright, up-to-date girls who love outdoor life. They are clean and -wholesome, free from sensationalism, absorbing from the first chapter to -the last. - - - THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE Or Camping and Tramping for Fun and - Health. - -Telling how the girls organized their Camping and Tramping Club, how -they went on a tour, and of various adventures which befell them. - - - THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE Or Stirring Cruise of the Motor - Boat Gem. - -One of the girls becomes the proud possessor of a motor boat and invites -her club members to take a trip down the river to Rainbow Lake, a -beautiful sheet of water lying between the mountains. - - - THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CAR Or The Haunted Mansion of Shadow - Valley. - -One of the girls has learned to run a big motor car, and she invites the -club to go on a tour to visit some distant relatives. On the way they -stop at a deserted mansion and make a surprising discovery. - - - THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMP Or Glorious Days on Skates and - Ice Boats. - -In this story, the scene is shifted to a winter season. The girls have -some jolly times skating and ice boating, and visit a hunters' camp in -the big woods. - - - THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA. Or Wintering in the Sunny South. - -The parents of one of the girls have bought an orange grove in Florida -and her companions are invited to visit the place. They take a trip into -the interior, where several unusual things happen. - - - THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT OCEAN VIEW Or The Box that Was Found in the - Sand. - -The girls have great fun and solve a mystery while on an outing along -the New England coast. - - - THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON PINE ISLAND Or A Cave and What it Contained. - -A bright, healthful story, full of good times at a bungalow camp on Pine -Island. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK - - -THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS SERIES - -By LAURA LEE HOPE - -Author of "The Bobbsey Twins Series." - -12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING. - -The adventures of Ruth and Alice DeVere. Their father, a widower, is an -actor who has taken up work for the "movies." Both girls wish to aid him -in his work and visit various localities to act in all sorts of -pictures. - - -THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS -Or First Appearance in Photo Dramas. - -Having lost his voice, the father of the girls goes into the movies and -the girls follow. Tells how many "parlor dramas" are filmed. - - -THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT OAK FARM -Or Queer Happenings While Taking Rural Plays. - -Full of fun in the country, the haps and mishaps of taking film plays, -and giving an account of two unusual discoveries. - - -THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS SNOWBOUND -Or The Proof on the Film. - -A tale of winter adventures in the wilderness, showing how the -photo-play actors sometimes suffer. - - -THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS UNDER THE PALMS -Or Lost in the Wilds of Florida. - -How they went to the land of palms, played many parts in dramas before -the camera; were lost, and aided others who were also lost. - - -THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT ROCKY RANCH -Or Great Days Among the Cowboys. - -All who have ever seen moving pictures of the great West will want to -know just how they are made. This volume gives every detail and is full -of clean fun and excitement. - - -THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT SEA -Or a Pictured Shipwreck that Became Real. - -A thrilling account of the girls' experiences on the water. - - -THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS IN WAR PLAYS -Or The Sham Battles at Oak Farm. - -The girls play important parts in big battle scenes and have plenty of -hard work along with considerable fun. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK - - -THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH SERIES - -By GERTRUDE W. MORRISON - -12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING. - -Here is a series full of the spirit of high school life of to-day. The -girls are real flesh-and-blood characters, and we follow them with -interest in school and out. There are many contested matches on track -and field, and on the water, as well as doings in the classroom and on -the school stage. There is plenty of fun and excitement, all clean, pure -and wholesome. - - - THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH Or Rivals for all Honors. - -A stirring tale of high school life, full of fun, with a touch of -mystery and a strange initiation. - - - THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH ON LAKE LUNA Or The Crew That Won. - -Telling of water sports and fun galore, and of fine times in camp. - - - THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH AT BASKETBALL Or The Great Gymnasium - Mystery. - -Here we have a number of thrilling contests at basketball and in -addition, the solving of a mystery which had bothered the high school -authorities for a long while. - - - THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH ON THE STAGE Or The Play That Took the - Prize. - -How the girls went in for theatricals and how one of them wrote a play -which afterward was made over for the professional stage and brought in -some much-needed money. - - - THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH ON TRACK AND FIELD Or The Girl Champions - of the School League - -This story takes in high school athletics in their most approved and -up-to-date fashion. Full of fun and excitement. - - - THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH IN CAMP Or The Old Professor's Secret. - -The girls went camping on Acorn Island and had a delightful time at -boating, swimming and picnic parties. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK - - -THE BOBBSEY TWINS BOOKS - -For Little Men and Women - -By LAURA LEE HOPE - -Author of "The Bunny Brown" Series, Etc. - -12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING. - -Copyright publications which cannot be obtained elsewhere. Books that -charm the hearts of the little ones, and of which they never tire. Many -of the adventures are comical in the extreme, and all the accidents that -ordinarily happen to youthful personages happened to these many-sided -little mortals. Their haps and mishaps make decidedly entertaining -reading. - -THE BOBBSEY TWINS - -THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY - -THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE - -THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL - -Telling how they go home from the seashore; went to school and were -promoted, and of their many trials and tribulations. - -THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE - -Telling of the winter holidays, and of the many fine times and -adventures the twins had at a winter lodge in the big woods. - -THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT - -Mr. Bobbsey obtains a houseboat, and the whole family go off on a tour. - -THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK - -The young folks visit the farm again and have plenty of good times and -several adventures. - -THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME - -The twins get into all sorts of trouble--and out again--also bring aid -to a poor family. - -GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht, by Howard R. 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Garis - -Release Date: November 6, 2016 [EBook #53460] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DICK HAMILTON'S STEAM YACHT *** - - - - -Produced by David Edwards, Martin Pettit and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class = "mynote"><p class="center">Transcriber's Note:<br /><br /> -Obvious typographic errors have been corrected.<br /></p></div> - -<hr /> - -<div class="center"><a name="cover.jpg" id="cover.jpg"></a><img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="cover" /></div> - -<hr /> - -<div class="center"><img src="images/frontis.jpg" alt="HERE GRIT, OLD FELLOW, GIVE IT TO ME" /></div> - -<p class="bold">"HERE GRIT, OLD FELLOW, GIVE IT TO ME! THAT'S<br />A GOOD DOG!"</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht.</i><span class="s6"> </span><i>Frontispiece</i>—(<a href="#Page_201"><i>Page 201.</i></a>)</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p> - -<h1>DICK HAMILTON'S<br />STEAM YACHT</h1> - -<p class="bold">OR</p> - -<p class="bold">A YOUNG MILLIONAIRE AND<br />THE KIDNAPPERS</p> - -<p class="bold space-above">BY</p> - -<p class="bold2">HOWARD R. GARIS</p> - -<p class="bold">AUTHOR OF "DICK HAMILTON'S FORTUNE," "DICK HAMILTON'S<br /> -CADET DAYS," "FROM OFFICE BOY TO REPORTER," "LARRY<br /> -DEXTER, REPORTER," "LARRY DEXTER'S GREAT<br />SEARCH," ETC.</p> - -<p class="bold space-above"><i>ILLUSTRATED</i></p> - -<p class="bold space-above">NEW YORK<br />GROSSET & DUNLAP<br />PUBLISHERS</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span></p> - -<div class="box2"> -<h2>BOOKS FOR BOYS</h2> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">By Howard R. Garis</span></p> - -<hr class="smler" /> - -<p class="bold">THE DICK HAMILTON SERIES</p> - -<hr class="smler" /> - -<blockquote><p>DICK HAMILTON'S FORTUNE<br /> Or The Stirring Doings of a Millionaire's Son.</p> - -<p>DICK HAMILTON'S CADET DAYS<br /> Or The Handicap of a Millionaire's Son</p> - -<p>DICK HAMILTON'S STEAM YACHT<br /> Or A Young Millionaire and the Kidnappers</p> - -<p>DICK HAMILTON'S FOOTBALL TEAM<br /> Or A Young Millionaire on the Gridiron</p></blockquote> - -<p class="center">(Other volumes in preparation)</p> - -<hr class="smler" /> - -<p class="center"><i>12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.</i></p> - -<hr class="smler" /> - -<p class="bold">THE YOUNG REPORTER SERIES</p> - -<hr class="smler" /> - -<blockquote><p>FROM OFFICE BOY TO REPORTER<br /> Or The First Step in Journalism</p> - -<p>LARRY DEXTER, THE YOUNG REPORTER<br /> Or Strange Adventures in a Great City</p> - -<p>LARRY DEXTER'S GREAT SEARCH<br /> Or The Hunt for a Missing Millionaire</p> - -<p>LARRY DEXTER AND THE BANK MYSTERY<br /> Or A Young Reporter in Wall Street</p> - -<p>LARRY DEXTER AND THE STOLEN BOY<br /> Or A Young Reporter on the Lakes</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="smler" /> - -<p class="center"><i>12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.</i></p> - -<hr class="smler" /> - -<p class="bold">GROSSET & DUNLAP<br />PUBLISHERS<span class="s6"> </span>NEW YORK</p></div> - -<p class="center">Copyright, 1911, by<br />GROSSET & DUNLAP</p> - -<hr class="smler" /> - -<p class="center"><i>Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> - -<h2>PREFACE</h2> - - -<p><span class="smcap">My Dear Boys</span>:</p> - -<p>Perhaps some of you, at one time or another, have had a desire to be -cast away on an island in the middle of the ocean, there to have all -sorts of adventures, to build a boat, and sail away, maybe; or, at any -rate, to have some experience on the great sea.</p> - -<p>Something like this fell to the lot of Dick Hamilton, though he was not -exactly looking for it, and it is my privilege to give you in this, the -third volume of the "Dick Hamilton Series," an account of what happened -to the young millionaire when he had purchased a steam yacht, and -started out on a cruise with some of his friends.</p> - -<p>Dick was marooned on a small island, but, far from that proving a -delightful experience, he was very glad to leave, even though it was on -a raft, which he and his companions constructed.</p> - -<p>How the wealthy youth happened to be marooned there, an account of how -he got his yacht, how he foiled the plans of the kidnappers and his -uncle Ezra Larabee, how the wrong young<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span> man was spirited away, how Dick -gave chase, and the surprising rescue at sea—all this you will find set -down in the present book, and I venture to hope that you will like it. -Thanking you for the appreciation you have accorded my previous books, I remain,</p> - -<p class="right">Yours sincerely,<span class="s6"> </span><br /><span class="smcap">Howard R. Garis</span>.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> - -<h2>CONTENTS</h2> - -<table summary="CONTENTS"> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="left"><span class="smaller">CHAPTER</span></td> - <td><span class="smaller">PAGE</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Dick's Company Wins</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>II</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Mr. Hamilton's Letter</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>III</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Dick's Steam Yacht</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>IV</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Uncle Ezra's Plot</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>V</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Dick Is Shadowed</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>VI</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Dick Enters the Trap</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>VII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">The Escape</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>VIII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">The Fight in the Dark</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>IX</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Out to Sea</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>X</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Uncle Ezra's Offer</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XI</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Plum Duff Falls Overboard</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Saved from the Sea</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XIII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">The Mermaid's Song</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XIV</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Just in Time</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XV</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Tim Muldoon Disappears</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XVI</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Uncle Ezra as a Sailor</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XVII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Widdy Hears a Voice</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XVIII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">The Princess Passes</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XIX</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">At Havana</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XX</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Off to Santiago</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXI</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">The Kidnappers</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">The Wrong Captive</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_178">178</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXIII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Dick on the Trail</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_186">186</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span>XXIV</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Off for Stone Island</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXV</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Dick's Yacht Is Gone</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXVI</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Marooned</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXVII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Dick Finds His Relatives</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXVIII</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Building a Raft</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_225">225</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXIX</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">The Rescue</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXX</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">The Pursuit</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>XXXI</td> - <td class="left"> <span class="smcap">Man Overboard!</span>—<span class="smcap">Conclusion</span></td> - <td><a href="#Page_249">249</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> - -<p class="bold2">DICK HAMILTON'S STEAM YACHT</p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER I</span> <span class="smaller">DICK'S COMPANY WINS</span></h2> - -<p>"Halt!"</p> - -<p>The command rang out sharply, and hundreds of cadets came to a stop, -standing as stiff as ramrods, with their eyes staring straight ahead -at—absolutely nothing.</p> - -<p>"Right dress!"</p> - -<p>Captain Dick Hamilton stepped out the regulation number of paces in -front of his company, wheeled on his heel, looked critically over his -command, wheeled about again, and stood at attention. Then he awaited -the approach of Colonel Masterly, superintendent of the Kentfield -Military Academy.</p> - -<p>"Say, fellows, I hope we're looking all right," whispered Jim Perkins, -to his next in line, George Ball. "We want to take first prize, for -Dick's sake, and——"</p> - -<p>"Silence in the ranks!" exclaimed First Lieutenant Paul Drew. "Here come -Colonel Masterly and Major Rockford."</p> - -<p>Dick Hamilton never moved from his rigid <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span>position, but with a slight -motion of his hand he cautioned his men to maintain order. For it was -the final inspection, at the close of the academy for the term, and he -wanted his command to have a perfect score.</p> - -<p>Farther along the big parade ground were other companies of cadets, in -their dress uniforms, and in front of them were other captains, as eager -as was Dick to win the coveted medal, which was offered each year for -the best appearing command.</p> - -<p>"Here come the grand-high-muck-a-mucks!" whispered the irrepressible -Perkins. "Stand up straighter, Ball. You're as crooked as a rail fence."</p> - -<p>"Silence!" hissed Lieutenant Drew sharply. Dick was almost ready to -squirm, in his eagerness to turn around and administer a rebuke, yet he -was inwardly laughing at the remark of Perkins. Colonel Masterly, the -head of the big school, and the commandant, Major Rockford, were now -inspecting the company, which was standing stiffly at the right of -Dick's command. The two officers, together with several visitors, and a -colonel from the regular army, were critically examining the ranks of -anxious cadets.</p> - -<p>"I know I've got a speck of dust on my belt," whispered Perkins. "Can't -one of you fellows brush it off with your bayonet?" and he half turned -his head to look at the lad behind him.</p> - -<p>"Si——!" began Lieutenant Drew, but he did not finish, for at that -moment the squad of officers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> approached, having finished with the other -company.</p> - -<p>Dick stiffened the least bit more in his tracks, if such a thing were -possible, and raised his glittering sword in salute. The inspection was -on. There was no further chance to improve the appearance of his cadets.</p> - -<p>Slowly and carefully the officers looked over the lads, some of whom -felt an uncontrollable desire to sneeze, or to scratch the middle of -their backs. But they nobly resisted.</p> - -<p>Colonel Masterly spoke a few words in a low tone to Major Webster, a -retired army officer, who was the academy instructor in military -tactics. In turn the latter spoke to Major Rockford, and then to Colonel -Whitford, of the regular army. Dick wondered what they were saying, but -as they were behind him now he could not hear.</p> - -<p>The officers paused in front of the joking Perkins. They seemed to see -something.</p> - -<p>"Great Scott!" mused Captain Dick Hamilton. "Has Perk disgraced us by -putting his belt on wrong side out?" Yet he dared not turn to see. A -moment later the inspectors passed on, and Dick breathed easier. Then, -as Colonel Masterly and the others passed behind the rear rank of Dick's -cadets, finishing their examination, and moved on to the next company, -our hero breathed a sigh of relief, and somewhat relaxed his stiff -position.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p><p>"I feel as if I'd just been to the dentist's," whispered Perkins, -though not so quietly but what it carried to every lad in the company.</p> - -<p>"Silence, Perk!" commanded Paul Drew, but he shook with inward laughter.</p> - -<p>There were two more companies to inspect, and until they had been passed -on it would not be known which command had been awarded the prize.</p> - -<p>But the delay was not for long, and presently the group of officers -returned, and stood in front of Dick's company. Colonel Masterly then -announced, in a few, well-chosen words, that the young millionaire's -cadets had won the prize, though, he added, that it had been difficult -to decide, where there was so much general excellence displayed.</p> - -<p>"And so allow me, Captain Hamilton, on behalf of the faculty of the -Kentfield Military Academy, to present you and your company this medal," -went on Colonel Masterly, and stepping forward he handed Dick a small -box, on the white satin lining of which glittered a shield of gold.</p> - -<p>"Three cheers for Captain Hamilton and Company B!" called Captain Teddy -Naylor, of Company E.</p> - -<p>And, though it might have been against strict military rule and practice -the applause was given with a will. Dick flushed with pleasure as he -saluted, and soon ranks were broken, and the inspection was over.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p><p>"Has any one seen Grit?" asked the successful captain, as he and some -chums were strolling over the parade ground, after they had left their -rifles in the armory racks.</p> - -<p>"Here he comes now," remarked Paul Drew. "They had to keep him double -chained, I guess, or he'd have nipped the legs of the entire faculty in -case the medal hadn't gone to Company B."</p> - -<p>"Hi, Grit, old boy!" cried Dick, and a handsome bulldog—that is, -handsome as bulldogs go—leaped upon the youth, and wagged his stump of -a tail so violently that it was a wonder it was not dislocated, while, -at every word from his master, the animal grew so demonstrative that -finally, in the excess of joy, he finally rolled over and over on the -grass, whoofing out the words he could not speak.</p> - -<p>The throng of cadets separated, as the various members of the little -party started for their rooms, to get off the tight dress uniforms, and -don fatigue suits.</p> - -<p>"I say, will you fellows come around to-night?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"Sure! What for?" asked Paul.</p> - -<p>"I'm going to have a little spread in honor of our fellows getting the -medal."</p> - -<p>"What a thing it is to be a millionaire!" exclaimed Perkins with a mock -sigh.</p> - -<p>"Oh, cut it out," advised Dick good-naturedly, for he disliked any -reference to his wealth, which, at times, was a handicap rather than a -help.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p><p>"Will Jimmie let you have the grub-fest?" asked Paul, using the cadets' -private title for their superintendent.</p> - -<p>"Sure. He can't refuse very well, after we won the prize. You fellows -come around, and we'll have some fun," and, as there came a chorus of -eager assents, Dick Hamilton hurried to his room.</p> - -<p>There, even before he rid himself of his uncomfortable uniform, he drew -from his pocket a letter which he began to read for perhaps the fifth -time. As he perused it a puzzled look came over his face.</p> - -<p>"I can't understand why dad is so anxious for me to come home and do -some investigating for him," he mused. "I wonder what sort of -investigating it can be? Maybe he wants me to turn detective. Perhaps -some persons have been demanding money from him, and he wants to find -out who they are. Yet it can hardly be that, either. Let's see what he -says about it."</p> - -<p>Then the young millionaire, who had been so taken up with trying for the -annual prize offered for the best appearing company, that he had not had -time to properly read a very important letter he had received from his -father that day, set himself to the task of trying to fathom what his -parent wanted him to do.</p> - -<p>He had not read more than a dozen lines, when there sounded a knock on -his door, and, opening<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> it he saw one of the janitors, Corporal Bill -Handlee, standing there.</p> - -<p>"Well, what is it, Toots?" asked the lad, giving the old soldier the -name bestowed on him from the fact that he was always whistling military -airs.</p> - -<p>"Colonel Masterly wishes to see you, Captain Hamilton."</p> - -<p>"All right. Tell him I'll be with him at once."</p> - -<p>Dick slipped the letter into his pocket, adjusted his uniform, and -hastened out.</p> - -<p>"I wonder if I'll ever get time to read my letter without being -interrupted," he mused.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER II</span> <span class="smaller">MR. HAMILTON'S LETTER</span></h2> - -<p>Colonel Masterly's summons to the young millionaire was to give him the -permission, asked for shortly after the parade, to have a spread in one -of the unused rooms of the academy, and once that he was assured that -everything was all right, Dick set to work to provide for the good time -he anticipated.</p> - -<p>He hurried into town, and gave orders to a caterer for a "spread" such -as had seldom before been given at Kentfield. Then the lad had to -arrange for various details, improvising tables from boards and -saw-horses, seeing to the seating arrangements, sending out his verbal -invitations, in which Paul Drew helped him, for, as it was impossible to -have the entire student-body at the little dinner, Dick had to confine -it to his closest friends, and the members of his prize company.</p> - -<p>That he had many friends, those of you who have read the previous -volumes of this series will testify, though at first, on coming to the -military<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> academy, Dick's millions had been a handicap to him. The son -of Mortimer Hamilton, of Hamilton Corners, himself a millionaire many -times, Dick had inherited a large fortune from his mother, who had been -dead some years; but, as told in the first volume of this series, -entitled "Dick Hamilton's Fortune," he was not to have the use of this -money until he had complied with certain conditions of Mrs. Hamilton's -will.</p> - -<p>One stipulation was that Dick must make a paying investment of some of -his funds within a year. If he did not do this he was to go and live -with a crabbed old uncle, named Ezra Larabee, of Dankville, and attend a -boarding school of that relative's selection.</p> - -<p>Dick had a taste of what he might expect of his uncle, when he paid a -week's visit to Dankville, and he at once made up his mind that if hard -work would accomplish it, he would make that paying investment, for he -realized that he never could stand life with his uncle and aunt.</p> - -<p>The young millionaire tried several schemes for making money, from -buying real estate to purchasing shares in a gold mine, but, one after -another, they all failed, and the lad was on the verge of having to go -and dwell in the gloomy Dankville house, called "The Firs."</p> - -<p>How Dick fulfilled the conditions of the will, most unexpectedly, from a -small investment he made for a poor youth named Henry Darby, how Grit, -the bulldog, routed Uncle Ezra when he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> came to take his nephew back -home with him, is told in the first volume, as well as how Dick got the -best of some sharpers who tried to swindle him.</p> - -<p>Secure in the possession of the great fortune his mother had left to -him, Dick began to enjoy life, and did much good with his money, while -he gave not a little pleasure to those not so well off as himself.</p> - -<p>In the second volume, "Dick Hamilton's Cadet Days," our hero was obliged -to fulfill another condition of his mother's will. He was to attend a -military academy, and win his way up, not only in studies, but in the -affections of his classmates, without any influence from his wealth.</p> - -<p>How he succeeded again heavy odds, how there were plots and counterplots -against him, how he fought a duel with one of the cadets who disliked -him, and how he solved the mystery of Corporal Handlee's identity is -told in the second book.</p> - -<p>Dick's first term ended with a glad surprise, just when it looked as if -everything had turned against him, and he came back to Hamilton Corners -to spend the summer vacation, having done more than was expected of him -in the matter of winning his way.</p> - -<p>Dick returned to Kentfield Academy in the fall, and remained there all -that winter. He was promoted to a captaincy, and was more popular than -ever, winning glory for himself and his mates on the gridiron, for he -was one of the best football<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> players who ever wore moleskin. When the -present story opens the summer vacation was again at hand, and during it -Dick was destined to have more stirring adventures than had yet fallen -to his lot.</p> - -<p>It took Dick all the afternoon to complete arrangements for his spread, -even though several of his comrades helped him. There were many details, -however, which he had to see to himself, but finally he had the -assurance of the caterer that everything necessary would be sent out to -the academy.</p> - -<p>Dick gave his personal check for the cost, and it was not a small sum, -but the young millionaire had plenty of money to his credit. Then he -hurried home to dress for the affair.</p> - -<p>"Oh, you look good enough; come on!" exclaimed Paul Drew to Dick, as the -latter was surveying his uniform in a small glass in their room that -night, just before the time set for the farewell supper. "This isn't a -fancy dress ball, and there aren't going to be any girls at it. Don't -primp!" "I'm not primping, but the tailor made this coat too tight, and -I'm afraid if I reach across the table I'll split it down the middle."</p> - -<p>"Which, the table or the coat?"</p> - -<p>"Both," retorted Dick, and then, to test the garment, he stretched out -his arms. There was an ominous ripping sound, and he hastily threw back -his shoulders in alarm.</p> - -<p>"What did I tell you?" he asked, reproachfully.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p><p>"Don't stretch; that's all," advised Paul. "But come on if you're -coming."</p> - -<p>They descended to the improvised banquet hall. The place was tastefully -arranged, except that Toots had taken the cut flowers Dick had -ordered—a mass of roses, pinks and smilax—and stuck them into a big -water pitcher in the centre of the table.</p> - -<p>"Oh, wow! See that!" cried Dick. "It looks like a boarding-house -hash-foundry! Here, Paul, help me scatter the posies more artistically. -They remind me of a cabbage-head at a county fair; but Toots meant all -right."</p> - -<p>The two cadets soon had made several bouquets of the flowers, and set -them in different places on the table, producing a much more artistic -effect. Then Dick stepped back to admire it.</p> - -<p>"I smell grub!" cried a voice outside.</p> - -<p>"Hash and baked beans!" added another.</p> - -<p>"Pickled pigs' feet!" was a third contribution.</p> - -<p>"If I can't have quail on toast, stuffed with horse chestnuts and -snowballs I'll not play!" howled a fourth.</p> - -<p>"Here they come," said Paul, significantly.</p> - -<p>"I hear 'em," replied Dick, with a grin.</p> - -<p>The door flew open, and in rushed a crowd of the cadets of Dick's -company. At the sight of their captain, they stopped momentarily, and -several hands rose in salute.</p> - -<p>"Drop it!" cried Dick, warningly. "We're here to have fun. The book of -rules and military <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>tactics has been burned at the stake. We're all -alike, now."</p> - -<p>"That is, we're all hungry," added Perkins, with a laugh. "Say, but this -is going some; eh, fellows?"</p> - -<p>"Talk about a grand spread!" exclaimed Ball. "This puts it all over -anything I've been to since my sister had a surprise party."</p> - -<p>"Glad you like it," remarked Dick, simply. To do him credit the banquet -was really quite an elaborate affair, and he had spared no money to have -it just as his cultured taste told him it should be, even if it were an -informal affair.</p> - -<p>More cadets came piling in, laughing and shouting, until the room was -filled.</p> - -<p>"Sit down, fellows," invited Dick, and when they were in their chairs he -gave orders to the caterer's men to serve the spread. From then on there -was heard the clatter of knives, forks and spoons, the rattle of dishes -mingling with the talk and laughter of the guests.</p> - -<p>"Dick, you've got to make a speech!" shouted Perkins. "Tell us how we -won the medal."</p> - -<p>"No speeches," mumbled Dick, his mouth half full of roast chicken.</p> - -<p>"Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!" yelled a score of voices. They were -not to be denied, and Dick, blushing in spite of his effort to remain -cool, stood up.</p> - -<p>"All I've got to say is that it was you fellows who won the prize—not -me," he said. "I'm proud<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> of you, proud of—er—and proud of—er—that -is—Oh, hang it all! Go on eating. There's lots more when this is gone!" -and Dick sat down, amid laughter and applause.</p> - -<p>The banquet proceeded amid much merriment. There were songs and college -yells, and the musicians hired by Dick added to the din.</p> - -<p>"What are you going to do this summer?" asked Paul Drew, who, as first -lieutenant, sat at the young captain's right hand.</p> - -<p>"Don't know. Haven't exactly made up my mind yet. I want to travel, but -I fancy dad has some plans for me. By Jove! that reminds me. I got a -letter from him this morning, but I haven't had a chance to read it -through and get the hang of it yet, though I've tried half a dozen -times. It's something important, but I don't know just what it is."</p> - -<p>"Go ahead and read it now," advised Paul. "The bunch is singing the -'Cannon Song' and they won't notice."</p> - -<p>"Guess I will," agreed the young millionaire, and he drew out the -letter. It was filled with general news of Hamilton Corners, and Mr. -Hamilton expressed the pleasure it would be to see his son again, when -school closed. Then followed this:</p> - -<blockquote><p>"Now, Dick, I've got what may prove quite a task for you this -summer. I don't know what<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> your plans are, but I hope you will have -time to give me a little assistance.</p> - -<p>"You remember I once spoke to you of some valuable property your -mother owned, and how I planned to form a syndicate and erect a -large factory on it. Well, I started the syndicate, got a number of -friends interested in it, and we were ready to go ahead when -unexpected difficulties cropped up. We found it hard to interest -outside capital because of a certain flaw in the title to the -property, and, curiously enough, the flaw has to do with some -distant relatives of your mother.</p> - -<p>"These relatives have disappeared, and I have been unable to get a -trace of them. It is very necessary that I find them, and I am in -hopes that you can help me. So, Dick, there is work cut out for you -this summer, if you wish to do it. Come home as soon as you can -after the academy closes, and I will tell you more about this. It -is very important, not alone to me, but to a number of -comparatively poor persons who have invested money in this -enterprise, and who may lose if the affair is not straightened out. -I am depending on you to help me."</p></blockquote> - -<p>Dick folded up the letter and put it back in his pocket. His face wore a -serious look.</p> - -<p>"Any bad news?" asked Paul, anxiously.</p> - -<p>"No; only it seems that I'm about to start off on a mysterious quest for -missing relatives."</p> - -<p>"That sounds good. Wish I had something like<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> that to occupy me this -summer. I hope you have luck."</p> - -<p>"Thanks. I haven't the least idea where I'm to go, or how. But dad will -explain when I get home."</p> - -<p>"Come on, now, everybody! We're going to sing 'Farewell to Old -Kentfield'!" cried Ed Watson. "Everybody!"</p> - -<p>The cadets leaped to their feet, and soon the strains of the grand old -song welled out of the banquet hall. Grit, the bulldog was hoisted to a -place of honor on two chairs, beside Dick, and he looked on as if he -understood it all.</p> - -<p>The banquet was nearing an end, and at last, with a clasping of hands -around the tables, and a rendering of another verse of the song, while -cheers for Dick were mingled with the strains, the affair came to a -close.</p> - -<p>"What's your hurry?" asked Paul, as Dick walked toward his room in the -barrack building.</p> - -<p>"I'm going to pack up to-night, and take the first train for home in the -morning. I'm anxious to find out what dad wants of me."</p> - -<p>"That's so; you're going off to trail a forty-second grand-aunt, or -something like that. Well, I may see you this summer," and the two -friends shook hands.</p> - -<p>The next morning, after a prolonged series of farewells, Dick and his -bulldog took a train for Hamilton Comers, a fair-sized town in one of -our middle western states.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p><p>"I wonder where dad's quest will lead me?" mused Dick, as the train -speeded him homeward. Little did he realize what perils were to follow -his search for the missing relatives.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER III</span> <span class="smaller">DICK'S STEAM YACHT</span></h2> - -<p>Entering the front hall of his home, some hours later, with Grit leaping -joyfully about at his heels, Dick was greeted by Gibbs, the butler, with -a warmth warranted by many years of service in the Hamilton family.</p> - -<p>"Is my father at home, Gibbs?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"He's in the library, Mr. Dick. Your uncle is with him."</p> - -<p>"My uncle? You mean——?"</p> - -<p>"Mr. Larabee," finished the butler.</p> - -<p>"Oh!" exclaimed Dick, regretfully. "Uncle Ezra here!" he murmured. "I -wonder what's wrong at Dankville? Or, maybe there's some new plan afoot, -and that I have, after all, to go and live with him." There was dismay -on Dick's face.</p> - -<p>For Uncle Ezra Larabee was not a very pleasant individual. He was quite -wealthy, but he did not enjoy his money. He had a fine place at -Dankville, a village about a hundred miles from Hamilton Corners, but -the house, which was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> gloomy in itself, was hidden in the midst of a -grove of dark fir trees, that made it more gloomy than ever. Inside -scarcely a room was open to the sunlight, and once, when on his -trial-visit, Dick had opened the parlor to look at some pictures, his -Aunt Samanthy exclaimed in horror that the apartment was never used save -for funerals.</p> - -<p>Dick's Uncle Ezra was a curious, crabbed sort of a man, who doubtless -meant well, but who had a queer way of showing it. He liked order and -neatness to extreme, and there was not a misplaced stick or a stone -about his farm and house. He even disliked to have persons step on the -gravel walks, for fear of dislodging some of the small stones, and -spoiling the trim symmetry of the paths.</p> - -<p>Mr. Larabee was very fond of money—too fond, Mr. Hamilton used to -think, for the millionaire was of a generous disposition. Uncle Ezra -never could reconcile himself to Dick having such a fortune in his own -right. More than once he and his nephew had quarreled over what Uncle -Ezra called the "foolishness" of Mrs. Hamilton, his sister, leaving so -much money to a mere youth. Of a sour disposition, hating to spend a -cent unnecessarily, somewhat bitter against Dick's habit of making his -money bring him pleasure, and helping others with his wealth, it is no -wonder that when Uncle Ezra came to Hamilton Corners Dick was not happy. -Mr. Hamilton himself was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> not overly-fond of his brother-in-law, but he -always treated him well.</p> - -<p>"I suppose I may as well go in the library, say how d'ye do to my -respected relative, and get a bad job over with," remarked Dick, in no -pleasant frame of mind at the information Gibbs furnished. "Uncle Ezra -will be sure to scold me for 'wasting my time' as he calls it, at the -military school, and he's positive to make a fuss about Grit. He always -does. Grit, old man, I guess you'd better stay out in the hall, until we -get this business over with. You remember Uncle Ezra, don't you?"</p> - -<p>Grit whined, and growled. Evidently he did remember. It was no easy -matter to make him stay away from Dick, and out in the hall, but he knew -when to mind, and, with a sort of reproachful look on his ugly but -honest face, the bulldog stretched out on a rug, as much as to say:</p> - -<p>"Don't be any longer than you can help, Dick."</p> - -<p>Dick could hear the voices of his father and uncle in the big, handsome -library, where our hero had spent many pleasant hours with his favorite -books. Mr. Larabee was speaking.</p> - -<p>"I tell you what it is, Mortimer," he remarked to his brother-in-law. -"It's all a sinful waste of money, and the sooner you find it out the -better. Why it's the most crazy idea of any that my sister ever got into -her head! Don't let Dick do it!"</p> - -<p>"They're talking about me," thought the young millionaire, and he hardly -knew whether to go in,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> or wait for another time. But, before he could -move away from the door, he heard his father's voice.</p> - -<p>"Well, Ezra, I don't agree with you, but that's not strange, since I -seldom do."</p> - -<p>"It would be a lot better if you did," snarled Uncle Ezra.</p> - -<p>"There are two opinions about that. At any rate, I shall carry out the -wishes of my wife. She wished Dick to be brought up in a certain way, -and I shall do my best to fulfil her plans. She would have done it -herself had she lived. So Dick shall make the experiment. I know it will -do him good. He needs change after a hard winter in school."</p> - -<p>"But, Mortimer, think of the cost! It's going to be awful!" and there -was agony in the crabbed old man's voice.</p> - -<p>"Oh, it won't cost such a pile, Ezra. Besides, Dick can afford it, and -if he can't I can. The money couldn't be put to better use."</p> - -<p>"Yes it could, Mortimer. There's where you're mistaken. It could be -invested in tenement houses, and made to pay big interest. You -could——"</p> - -<p>"I'll never build tenements with any of my money, nor with Dick's, -either!" interrupted Mr. Hamilton. "I don't want to make a profit out of -the poor."</p> - -<p>"Then invest it in stocks or bonds," went on Mr. Larabee, eagerly. "They -pay well."</p> - -<p>"I have enough investments as it is, and so has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> Dick," answered the -millionaire. "No, Ezra, I have made up my mind. Dick shall have a chance -to see the world—or, at least, part of it. As soon as he comes home -I'll tell him of his mother's plan——"</p> - -<p>Dick thought it time to make his presence known. He rattled the knob of -the library door, and heard a start of surprise from within. Then he -entered.</p> - -<p>"Hello, dad!" he exclaimed, fairly rushing up to Mr. Hamilton, and -clasping his two hands in an eager grip. "How are you, Uncle Ezra?"</p> - -<p>"Why, Dick, my boy!" cried the rich man, heartily, "I didn't expect you -so soon. Oh, but I <i>am</i> glad to see you! It's like old times to have you -back! Where's Grit?" And he clapped his son on the back more like some -fellow-cadet than a father.</p> - -<p>"I—I left Grit outside, dad."</p> - -<p>"Have you got that miserable dog yet?" demanded Uncle Ezra, giving Dick -one finger to shake, and that rather grudgingly.</p> - -<p>"Grit is outside, Uncle. I knew you didn't like him, and——"</p> - -<p>"Like him? I should say not! Why that critter eats as much as a horse, -and doesn't do a stroke of work to pay for his keep."</p> - -<p>"Well, Dick, how are you?" asked his father, holding him off at arm's -length, to get a better view. "My, but you've grown, though you're a -little pale."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, there wasn't much chance to tan up in the winter. But I'm glad to -get home. How's everybody? You're looking well yourself, dad. Oh, Uncle -Ezra," spoke Dick quickly, as he thought of something, "how's Aunt -Samanthy?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, she ain't as well as she might be. She has something the matter -with her stomach, and the medicine she has to take is very -expensive—very! Besides, she's had the doctor real frequent of late, -and that runs up an expense; not that I mind it so much, but it seems -doctors charge more than they used to. No, your Aunt Samanthy ain't as -well as she might be."</p> - -<p>"I'm sorry to hear that," murmured Dick, as sympathetically as he could.</p> - -<p>"Everything go off well at school?" asked Mr. Hamilton.</p> - -<p>"Yes, dad; and my company took first prize."</p> - -<p>"Good! Glad to hear it."</p> - -<p>"I treated the boys to a good feed on the strength of it, too, last -night."</p> - -<p>"That's right."</p> - -<p>"Did it cost much?" asked Uncle Ezra, putting his hand into his pocket, -doubtless to see if his purse were safe.</p> - -<p>"Oh, not so very much; but it was worth all it cost."</p> - -<p>"A sinful waste of money!" murmured the crabbed old man. "You could have -given them coffee and sandwiches, just as well as an elaborate supper, -Richard."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p><p>"Well, we're glad to have you back, Dick," went on Mr. Hamilton, hoping -to change the subject. "Didn't expect you until this evening. We were -just talking about you—your uncle and I."</p> - -<p>"Yes—I—er—I overheard some of it," said Dick.</p> - -<p>"Then I hope you'll profit by it!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra, quickly. "For -of all the foolish, nonsensical, wasteful, extravagant ideas, the one -your father has got into his head now is the worst I ever heard."</p> - -<p>Dick looked questioningly at his parent.</p> - -<p>"Your Uncle Ezra doesn't agree with what I am going to propose, Dick," -said the millionaire with a laugh, "but I hope you will. I did not -intend telling you this until to-morrow, but it will do no harm to -mention it now.</p> - -<p>"Dick, your mother, as you know, had very advanced ideas as to what a -young man with considerable wealth ought to do with it. Some of her -plans for you have already been carried out. There are others which are -mere suggestions, communicated to me before she—before she left us," -and Mr. Hamilton spoke softly, while Dick felt a lump come into his own -throat.</p> - -<p>"Dick, my boy, your mother wanted to have you see the world, when you -got old enough to appreciate the beauties of it, and I think you are at -about the right age to begin now. She suggested to me that, when I -thought it wise, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> should let you have a well-equipped steam yacht, and -cruise about during an entire summer."</p> - -<p>"A steam yacht, dad!" cried the youth, his eyes sparkling.</p> - -<p>"That's it, Dick. How do you like the idea?"</p> - -<p>"Like it? Why, dad, it's immense! Great! Fine! When can I have it, and -where can I go?"</p> - -<p>"You may have it as soon as you like, and go where you please—that is, -except to cross the ocean. I hardly think I'd like to have you venture -as far as that on your first voyage. Otherwise you're unrestricted; -though I have a suggestion to make later."</p> - -<p>"Oh, dad! Do you really mean it? A steam yacht all for myself?"</p> - -<p>"Certainly, and you can take along as many of your friends as you -please. Perhaps Uncle Ezra would like to go."</p> - -<p>"Who, me? Are you crazy, Mortimer? I wouldn't go in one for a thousand -dollars, and besides, I can't spare the time from my business and farm. -My hired man would be sure to burn the barn down, and I'd lose more -money than I could make in a year. No sea voyages for me!"</p> - -<p>"Am I going to have a yacht made to order?" asked Dick. "Because if I -am, it will take so long that I can't get started this summer."</p> - -<p>"That's right," agreed Mr. Hamilton. "So you had better look around for -a good boat that has been slightly used. I think you can find one in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> -New York. There, the news is out, Dick, and I hope you are pleased."</p> - -<p>"Pleased? I can't begin to thank you! I wonder where I shall go?"</p> - -<p>"I may have something to suggest on that score later," went on Mr. -Hamilton. "Just now, suppose we have a little lunch. Come, Ezra."</p> - -<p>"Not for me, Mortimer!" exclaimed Mr. Larabee. "It's bad for the -digestion to eat between meals, and besides, it's a wasteful habit. But, -Nephew Richard, I want to protest against this idea of you buying a -steam yacht, and squandering money on travel. There is no sense in it! -You had much better put the money out at interest. I can sell you some -shares in a woolen mill I own, and you could spend your summer vacation -in the factory, learning a useful trade."</p> - -<p>"No, thank you, Uncle Ezra, I think I'll do as my mother wished me to, -and travel," said Dick.</p> - -<p>"Oh, the wastefulness of this rising generation!" murmured the old man. -"It is terrible! Terrible!"</p> - -<p>Dick and his father turned to leave the library.</p> - -<p>"A steam yacht! A steam yacht all for myself and friends! It's too good -to be true!" cried Dick enthusiastically, as he linked his arm in his -father's. "Can't you come along, dad?"</p> - -<p>"I'm afraid not. But now let's discuss some details. You haven't any too -much time. Come along, Ezra, and have a cup of coffee, anyhow."</p> - -<p>Mr. Ezra Larabee declined and lingered behind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> as his nephew and -brother-in-law left the handsome room.</p> - -<p>"A steam yacht," murmured the old man. "A sinful waste of money! It's -time I took a hand in this! Mortimer Hamilton is crazy to let his son do -this. It will be the ruination of the boy. I—I must stop this waste of -money in some way, even if I have to prevent him—but no, I mustn't even -whisper it. But I have a plan—I have a plan! Perhaps, after all, I can -keep Richard from becoming a spendthrift. That would be terrible! I must -try! I must try!" and, rubbing his gnarled hands together, the old man -sat down in an easy chair. There was a look of cunning and craftiness on -Mr. Larabee's face, and, as he thought of something, a smile spread -itself over his wrinkled features, and the little tuft of white whiskers -on his chin moved up and down as he mumbled to himself:</p> - -<p>"I must prevent it! I must prevent it! I can think of some scheme. The -Hamilton fortune shan't be squandered if I can help it, for it will come -to me and my wife when they—when they are both gone, and I'm going to -live a good while yet—a good while," and Uncle Ezra rubbed his dry -hands together, and chuckled in a mirthless fashion.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile Dick and his father talking over the scheme of purchasing a -steam yacht, were all unconscious of the plot that Mr. Larabee was -planning against them.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER IV</span> <span class="smaller">UNCLE EZRA'S PLOT</span></h2> - -<p>"This isn't to be altogether a pleasure trip, Dick," went on Mr. -Hamilton, when he and his son were alone in the reception hall. "I -suppose you got my letter, telling you about some distant relatives I -need to locate?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, I got your note, but you didn't go into details."</p> - -<p>"No, it wasn't exactly safe, in a letter. I'll tell you about it now, -and I hope you can combine business and pleasure. How would you like to -sail for Cuba?"</p> - -<p>"Cuba? Fine! That would suit me."</p> - -<p>"Well, I'd like to have you make a trip down there, and, after you find -the persons I'm looking for, you can cruise somewhere else; along the -New England coast, if you like."</p> - -<p>"All right, dad. Let's hear the story."</p> - -<p>"I think I never told you," began Mr. Hamilton, "that your mother had -some distant relatives in Cuba. One of her cousins named Rose Martin -married a Cuban gentleman, named Raphael <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>Valdez. For a time they were -quite well off, but, just before your mother left us she learned that -her cousin had died, and that her husband and son were in want.</p> - -<p>"Your mother endeavored to send them some relief, but just then the -Spanish-American war broke out, and all trace was lost of the Valdez -family, who were of Spanish extraction. Your mother grieved very much at -not being able to help her relatives, even if they were so distantly -related, and I promised that I would aid her.</p> - -<p>"Then—then came your mother's death," and Mr. Hamilton's voice -faltered. "I had many cares, and the matter slipped from my mind. Now, -it is to find, if possible, these people that I wish you to go to Cuba, -Dick."</p> - -<p>"In order to give them aid?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, if they need it; but also for another reason. That reason I hinted -at in my letter. It seems that, some time ago, your mother purchased a -large piece of valuable property in the business section of New York. It -has increased in value of late, and a syndicate has been formed to erect -a large office building on it. I am interested in it—in fact, I hold a -majority of the stock.</p> - -<p>"Well, when the time came to interest outsiders, and borrow money to -erect the building, for I do not care to finance it all alone, we found -that there was a flaw in the deed. Your mother paid cash for the -property, and she thought she had a good title, but it seems that now, -when the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> ownership has passed to me by will, that the names of this -Senor Valdez and his son are needed on the deed."</p> - -<p>"And you want me to locate them, and get their signatures?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"Either that, or bring them to Hamilton Corners, or New York, where they -can sign. I also want you to aid them if they are in want. I have had -several firms of lawyers, both in New York and in Cuba, looking for the -Valdez family, but no trace of them can be found. I have spent much time -and money on it, for I want this matter cleared up. The whole thing is -hanging fire until we can get those signatures. Outside capital will not -be invested in the enterprise, for the title guarantee company will not -certify to the title while this flaw exists. So you see it is very -necessary to find the Valdez father and son, and I hope you can do it."</p> - -<p>"But couldn't you erect the building on this land yourself, and finance -it alone?"</p> - -<p>"I could, but it is a sort of philanthropic enterprise. It is a stock -company, and the funds of widows and orphans are tied up in it. If it -goes through they will make considerable money, but if it does not they -will lose. Of course, I could step in and take entire financial -responsibility, but if I did this it might be said that I had put up a -game, to enrich myself at the expense of the poor who invested their -money because I stood back of the enterprise. It would look as though<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> I -had invented this fact of the title not being clear, to gain some -advantage."</p> - -<p>"I see," said Dick.</p> - -<p>"Another thing," went on his father. "Your mother left a certain sum, -under her will, to Senor Valdez and his son, and they are also, it -seems, entitled to a tenth part of this New York property, and I wish -them to have their rights.</p> - -<p>"So I want to find these people, get their signatures to a deed, and the -title will be clear. Then the work can proceed, the building will be -erected, and all will be well. It is very important, Dick, and it is -growing more so every day.</p> - -<p>"That is why this plan of your mother's to have you get a steam yacht -happens at a good time. You can go to Cuba, and begin this search for -me—the search in which the lawyers have failed."</p> - -<p>"Well, dad, I'll do my best!" exclaimed the young millionaire.</p> - -<p>"And it will be just as well if your Uncle Ezra doesn't know that you -are going to Cuba to look for your mother's relatives," went on Mr. -Hamilton. "Not that it would make any particular difference, only I -would prefer that the fact did not become generally known. So, -ostensibly, you will be going on a mere pleasure trip, and in a sense it -will be that, for you will probably take some of your friends along."</p> - -<p>"So I will, dad. It will be great!"</p> - -<p>"Well, now that so much is settled, we can defer talking about the rest -until after supper,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> suggested Mr. Hamilton, as he and his son walked -toward the dining-room.</p> - -<p>"About how large a yacht do you think I ought to get, dad?" asked Dick, -as the butler placed their chairs at the table.</p> - -<p>"Well, suit yourself about that. Of course, you want a good, seaworthy -craft, but I shouldn't get one too large. If you do you'll have to -engage a big crew to help navigate it; and again, while I have no wish -to restrict you in the spending of your fortune, you will find yachting -pretty expensive."</p> - -<p>"Expensive! I should say it was, Mortimer!" exclaimed Mr. Larabee, -coming into the dining-room at that moment. "Don't think of letting -Richard have a yacht."</p> - -<p>"We have already discussed that," said Mr. Hamilton, somewhat coldly, -"and my mind is made up. Better have something to eat, Ezra."</p> - -<p>"Well, I will have a bit of dry toast and a cup of weak tea. I don't -believe that will give me the dyspepsia," and the butler tried to -conceal a smile as he set before the crabbed old man the very frugal -repast.</p> - -<p>Dick and his father talked yachting from the beginning until the end of -the meal, and Uncle Ezra Larabee was a silent, but objecting listener. -Occasionally a crafty look came over his face, to be replaced by one of -agony when Dick mentioned the spending of large sums of money. At -length, Mr. Hamilton said:</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p><p>"Well, my boy, I think the simplest way out of it would be for you to -go to New York, and look around for yourself. Perhaps you may pick up a -bargain in a steam yacht. You have my full permission to do as you think -best, only, as I said, don't get too large a craft. Take a week for the -task, and I think you'll get what you want."</p> - -<p>"That's what I'll do, dad. I'll go to New York in a few days, and see -what I can do."</p> - -<p>"Perhaps your Uncle Ezra would like to go with you," went on Mr. -Hamilton.</p> - -<p>"Who, me?" exclaimed the old man, carefully picking up from the -table-cloth some crumbs of toast and eating them. "No, Mortimer, I -haven't any money to waste on trips to New York. Living is frightfully -expensive there."</p> - -<p>"I'll pay for everything," said Dick, generously.</p> - -<p>"No—no," and his uncle spoke slowly, and with an evident effort. -"I—I—er—I've got to get back to Dankville. I know some of my hired -men will waste the oats in feeding the horse, or else they'll burn too -much kerosene oil, sitting up nights to read useless books. No, I must -get back. The gravel walks need raking, and I always cut my lawn this -time of year. I'll go home. But, before I go, I want to have a little -talk with you, Mortimer, on a very serious subject."</p> - -<p>"All right, Ezra. I guess Dick will excuse us."</p> - -<p>Mr. Hamilton arose from the table, followed by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> his brother-in-law. As -Uncle Ezra pushed back his chair there was a mingled howl and growl, -followed by a short bark.</p> - -<p>"Grit!" cried Dick. "You've stepped on my bulldog, Uncle Ezra!"</p> - -<p>"Served him right!" snapped the old man. "Dogs have no business in the -house. I'd have him shot if he were mine!"</p> - -<p>An angry retort rose to Dick's lips, but by an effort he calmed himself.</p> - -<p>"Here, Grit, old fellow," he called soothingly, and the dog crawled up -to him, limping slightly.</p> - -<p>"Dogs are no good," went on Mr. Larabee, pointing a long, lean finger at -Grit. "If he were mine I'd——"</p> - -<p>He didn't finish the sentence, for the bulldog, with the hair on the -ridge of his back standing up in anger, and with his lips parted in an -ugly snarl, darted away from Dick. The animal might have sprung at Mr. -Larabee, but for the restraining hand of his master on his collar. -However, the crabbed old man did not wait. Toward the library he fled, -crying out:</p> - -<p>"Hold him, Richard! Hold him! If he bites me I'll sue your father for -damages!"</p> - -<p>He reached the library and slammed shut the door. Mr. Hamilton followed -more slowly, endeavoring not to smile or laugh.</p> - -<p>"Better put Grit outside, Dick," he said. "Your uncle is going home in -the morning."</p> - -<p>"All right," agreed the young millionaire, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>somewhat regretfully. "Come -on, Grit, old man, we'll go out to the stable and see how Rex is getting -along," for Dick had not greeted his pet horse since his return from the -academy.</p> - -<p>Mr. Hamilton continued on to the library, and tried the door. It was -locked.</p> - -<p>"Let me in, Ezra," he called.</p> - -<p>"Is that savage dog gone?" inquired Mr. Larabee, with anxiety in his -voice.</p> - -<p>"Yes, Dick has taken him to the stable."</p> - -<p>"That's where he belongs. Wait a minute and I'll open the door."</p> - -<p>There were sounds inside, as though tables and chairs were being moved -away from the portal, and then Uncle Ezra's lean face was thrust -carefully out of a crack of the door, as he cautiously opened it. He -took a survey up and down the hall, and, seeing no signs of Grit, swung -the door wider.</p> - -<p>"He wouldn't hurt you," said Mr. Hamilton, as he entered. "Grit is as -gentle as a lamb."</p> - -<p>"Lamb! Humph, you can't make me believe that!" snorted Mr. Larabee. -"He'd have bitten me if I'd stayed there."</p> - -<p>Mr. Hamilton did not answer, but drawing up an easy chair, and -indicating another for his brother-in-law, inquired:</p> - -<p>"What was it you wanted to see me about, Ezra?"</p> - -<p>"It's this," went on Mr. Larabee, walking over and locking the library -door. "I'm going back to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> Dankville to-morrow, but, before I go, I -consider it my duty to make one last appeal to you not to let Richard go -off on this yachting cruise."</p> - -<p>"Why not?"</p> - -<p>"Because it will squander a lot of money that he ought to save up -against the time of need."</p> - -<p>"Oh, Dick has plenty, and so have I."</p> - -<p>"That may be, but it's the wrong sort of training for a young man. -Richard ought to be taught the habits of thrift and frugality."</p> - -<p>"His mother and I think he ought to be trained to fulfill his station in -life, which is that of a millionaire. Did you ever stop to think, Ezra, -that a millionaire may do good by spending his money freely, not -foolishly."</p> - -<p>"No, I don't know as I ever did."</p> - -<p>"Well, he can. Think of how many persons he keeps employed, and how he -helps to give them a chance to earn their living."</p> - -<p>"Well, Mortimer, you and I never will think alike on that subject. But -will you do as I ask—not let Richard waste this money for a yacht?"</p> - -<p>"I'm afraid I can't do as you ask, Ezra. I've promised Dick that he may -have the boat, and I'm sure it will do him good."</p> - -<p>"Humph!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra. Then his face took on a hard and -determined look.</p> - -<p>"Mortimer," he said finally, after a silence, "I don't like to -interfere, but you must remember that Richard's mother was my only -sister. I loved her, though I did not agree with some of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> her views. I'm -fond of Richard, and I want to see him grow up a careful and saving man. -But he never will as long as you allow him to go on in this fashion."</p> - -<p>"I'm afraid it's too late to change our plan, Ezra."</p> - -<p>"No, it's not too late! I'll take a hand in this myself. If you won't -bring your son up in the right way, then I'll do it for you!"</p> - -<p>The lean old man had arisen from his chair, and was excitedly pacing the -room.</p> - -<p>"Why, Ezra, what do you mean?" asked Mr. Hamilton, wondering what sudden -emotion had possessed his brother-in-law.</p> - -<p>Then Mr. Larabee seemed to recollect himself. His manner suddenly -changed.</p> - -<p>"Excuse me, Mortimer," he said more mildly. "I spoke too hastily. I—I -wasn't thinking what I was saying. I—I—er—that is, I had some hopes -that you might let Richard come to live with me and Samanthy at The Firs -for a time. I would give him good training."</p> - -<p>"I've no doubt you would, Ezra, but Dick doesn't want to go, and I have -fallen in with his late mother's plan of having him travel and see the -world. Besides, there is another important phase to it."</p> - -<p>"Very well," spoke Mr. Larabee, and he seemed to be careful of his -words. "Then we'll say no more about it, Mortimer. Now, I think I'll get -ready to return to Dankville."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p><p>"Why, it's too soon. You're not going until morning, are you?"</p> - -<p>"No, but I must get my things in order, and I have some business to -attend to. I think I'll go do it now. Do you think that savage dog is -out of the way?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, yes; you needn't fear him."</p> - -<p>Mr. Larabee cautiously unlocked the library door, and looked out. Then -he stepped into the hall. The coast was clear, and he went upstairs to -his room. Mr. Hamilton remained in the library.</p> - -<p>As Dick's uncle reached the head of the stairs, he turned and looked -toward the room where his brother-in-law was sitting.</p> - -<p>"So you won't agree to my plan, to save your son from being a -spendthrift, eh?" he murmured. "Then, I'll do it for you in spite of you -and him! I'll prevent Richard from wasting all of his money, if I have -to lock him up away from you, and where you can't see him."</p> - -<p>After supper that night, or, rather, following dinner, as Gibbs, the -butler, preferred to call it, Dick saddled Rex, his horse, and galloped -over to town in the pleasant late June evening. As he was turning into -the main street he saw a wagon coming toward him, drawn by a sleek, fat -horse, and driven by a genial-faced lad of about our hero's age.</p> - -<p>"Hello, Henry!" called the young millionaire, pleasantly, drawing rein. -"Got a new horse, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> see. How's the old iron business? Rattling away, I -suppose?"</p> - -<p>"That's right," answered Henry Darby, with a laugh. "But this isn't a -new horse, Dick."</p> - -<p>"No? You don't mean to say that it's the one you used to have—the same -one that couldn't draw the load of iron when I once met you?"</p> - -<p>"The same one. I bought him from the man who sold me the iron, and I -fattened him up. The horse got rid of the ringbone, spavin, blind -staggers, dinkbots, and a few other things he had, and he's all right -now."</p> - -<p>"You must have fed him on some iron filings to make him so strong," for -the animal was pulling a heavy load.</p> - -<p>"No, I didn't do that, but maybe he got out of the stable and helped -himself to an old radiator or a wagon tire once in a while. So you're -back from the military school, Dick?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, and glad of it in a way. I'm going to have a steam yacht, and -travel around a bit this vacation."</p> - -<p>"My, oh my! Some folks are born lucky!" cried Henry, with a jolly laugh. -"Now, if I'd only been rich instead of good looking I'd buy a yacht, -too," and the two lads, both of whom were really fine-appearing chaps, -laughed together.</p> - -<p>"I'll give you a ride when you get your vacation," promised Dick.</p> - -<p>"The trouble is I never get one," replied Henry. "The old iron business, -that you helped me start<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> on such a good footing, takes all my time. -Well, I must be traveling, Dick. This horse hasn't had his supper, yet, -and he needs it. So long."</p> - -<p>"So long, Henry. Come over and see me when you get a chance."</p> - -<p>"Humph! There aren't many millionaires who would give a fellow like me -such an invitation as that," remarked Henry Darby as he drove along, -while Dick galloped off in the opposite direction.</p> - -<p>Dick met several of his friends in town, and spent a pleasant hour -chatting with them, before he trotted leisurely back home. He found his -father reading in the library, but Uncle Ezra had gone to bed early, as -he said he must take the first train for home in the morning. Mr. -Hamilton did not tell his son of the peculiar words and actions of his -uncle.</p> - -<p>"Well, Dick," said Mr. Hamilton, musingly, "I suppose you'll soon be -going to New York, to buy your yacht."</p> - -<p>"Day after to-morrow, dad."</p> - -<p>"All right. I'll give you a letter to my lawyers there, and they'll see -to the transfer of the boat, and attend to the legal matters. Now, don't -buy any gilt-edged mining shares, Dick," and Mr. Hamilton smiled grimly, -in memory of a visit his son once paid to the metropolis, as related in -the first volume of this series.</p> - -<p>"I'll not," promised the young millionaire, and, after he and his father -had spent an hour chatting in the big apartment, the walls of which were -lined<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> with many books, Dick retired to bed, Mr. Hamilton soon -following.</p> - -<p>Dick's room was over an extension to the main part of the house, and was -fitted up like the "den" of any other lad, whether he has a million -dollars to his credit, or only one. There were various trophies, some -swords and guns, Indian relics, odds and ends of no earthly use to any -one but a boy, and a few pictures. Yet, everything in it meant something -to Dick, and, after all, that is the real way to decorate a "den."</p> - -<p>Mr. Larabee, the next day, completed his preparations for returning to -The Firs, and Dick began to pack for his trip to New York. He offered to -drive his uncle to the railroad station in his auto runabout, but Mr. -Larabee did not trust autos.</p> - -<p>"Besides," he added, "you might run over somebody, and then they'd bring -a suit for damages, and I'd be liable for part of it, on account of -being in the car with you. No, I'll walk and save the street-car fare."</p> - -<p>"I'll take all responsibility for the damage," promised Dick, but his -uncle would not agree to an auto trip, and walked.</p> - -<p>As Mr. Larabee said good-by to his brother-in-law and nephew, he -murmured to himself:</p> - -<p>"I certainly must put my plan into operation. That boy Richard has -absolutely no idea of the value of money. I must save him from himself -and his father. I certainly must."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p><p>Uncle Ezra was very thoughtful on his way home that day. Riding in the -train he worked out the details of a plot that was destined to have a -very important effect on Dick's life.</p> - -<p>"It's a little risky," thought Mr. Larabee, as the train neared -Dankville station, "and it's going to cost me considerable, but I can -get it back from the Hamilton fortune in the end, and I can charge -interest on whatever I spend. It's in a good cause, and I'll do it, for -I must teach Richard the value of a dollar!"</p> - -<p>Mr. Larabee reached home, and was welcomed by his wife, who carefully -watched him to see that he wiped his feet as he entered the house. He -told of his visit to his brother-in-law's house, and denounced Mr. -Hamilton's action in letting Dick have a steam yacht. Then, after a -frugal meal, the lights were put out, to save kerosene oil, and the -gloomy house of The Firs was shrouded in darkness.</p> - -<p>But, somehow, Uncle Ezra Larabee couldn't sleep. He tossed from side to -side in the bed, and, now and then, he muttered to himself:</p> - -<p>"I'll do it! I vum I'll do it! It's the only way."</p> - -<p>His wife noted his restlessness.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter, Ezra?" she asked. "Can't you sleep? Are you sick?"</p> - -<p>"Nope. I'm all right."</p> - -<p>But Mr. Larabee wasn't. Sleep would not come to him. He was busy -thinking of many things,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> but chief of all was a plan he had evolved to -save Dick Hamilton from what the old man thought was a trip that would -"waste" much money.</p> - -<p>"I've got to do it," murmured Uncle Ezra to the darkness all about him. -"It may not be accordin' to strict law, but it's justice. I've got to do -it," and he turned wearily from one side of the bed to the other as he -worked out the details of his plot.</p> - -<p>"For land sakes!" exclaimed his wife at length, for she was being kept -awake, "can't you doze off, Ezra?"</p> - -<p>"No, I can't seem to, Samanthy."</p> - -<p>"Maybe your railroad trip upsot ye?"</p> - -<p>"No, I guess not. I think I'll sleep now. I've had lots to think of, -Samanthy."</p> - -<p>Once more he shifted his position and tried to close his eyes, but they -would not stay shut. He found himself staring up at the ceiling in the -darkness.</p> - -<p>He arose, got a drink of water, and came back to bed. But he seemed more -wide-awake than ever.</p> - -<p>"Ezra," called his wife again, "are you thinkin' of the dollar an' -nineteen cents you once lost? Maybe that's what's keepin' you awake."</p> - -<p>"No, it ain't that, Samanthy."</p> - -<p>"Then, what is it?"</p> - -<p>"I can't tell you."</p> - -<p>"Why, Ezra. You ain't in trouble; be ye? You ain't goin' to keep a -secret from me; be ye?"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p><p>"I ain't in trouble, no, Samanthy, but I've got to keep this thing -quiet until—well, until I'm ready to tell it."</p> - -<p>"But what's it about, Ezra?"</p> - -<p>"Well, it's about Nephew Richard and his money. He'll run through his -mother's fortune in no time, if I don't take a hand and save it."</p> - -<p>"Do tell, Ezra! What are you goin' to do?"</p> - -<p>"Samanthy, I'm going to do something desperate! I've got to do it to -save Dick. Why, his father's as crazy as he is about spending money. -I've got to do something desperate."</p> - -<p>"You—you won't get arrested for it; will you, Ezra?"</p> - -<p>"I hope not. But go to sleep, Samanthy. I'll tell you about it—when -it's time," and, having thus gotten this much of the plot off his mind, -Uncle Ezra turned over and went to sleep. But he did not have pleasant dreams.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER V</span> <span class="smaller">DICK IS SHADOWED</span></h2> - -<p>Bearing a letter to his father's attorneys in New York, Messrs. Blake & -Carrington, Dick started for the metropolis the second day after his -uncle's visit.</p> - -<p>"Now use your own judgment about getting your yacht," said the -millionaire to his son, "but, of course, be guided by the lawyers. -Buying a steam craft is rather a large operation, especially if you -don't know much about it."</p> - -<p>Highly elated at the prospect of the good times before him, Dick sat in -the parlor car of the fast express, as he was whirled toward the big -city, and made plan after plan.</p> - -<p>"I'll get a lot of the fellows, some from the academy and some from -town, and we'll have a glorious time yachting," he told himself. "We'll -go up the New England coast, and down to Florida and maybe even to -Bermuda and to Cuba, and—by Jove I've a good notion to try to double -Cape Horn! That would be something to talk about when I got back."</p> - -<p>It did not seem to occur to Dick that he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> laying out sufficient -travel for several vacations, all in one. But it's lots of fun to make -plans, especially when you have the money to carry them out—and -sometimes even when you haven't.</p> - -<p>Dick reached Manhattan after a day and night of travel, registered at a -hotel that his father frequently stopped at when in New York, and was -shown to a suite of rooms that suited his ideas of luxury. They were not -too elaborate, consisting of a bedroom, sitting-room and bath, but they -were tastefully furnished. After a dinner, at which he ordered as the -chief dish lobster, principally because he seldom could get it fresh at -home, he went to a theatre.</p> - -<p>"I'll see the lawyers the first thing in the morning," thought Dick, -"and then the sooner I can buy that yacht the better. I'm anxious to get -out to sea."</p> - -<p>Mr. Blake, the senior partner of the firm, received the young -millionaire cordially next morning.</p> - -<p>"Your father wrote to me some time ago," he said, "stating that you -might come on to select a steam craft, and so I have been on the lookout -for one for you. I have several in view, and if you wish we'll go and -take a look at them."</p> - -<p>"Nothing would suit me better," announced Dick, eagerly.</p> - -<p>Piloted by the attorney, Dick was taken to the anchorage of the New York -Yacht Club.</p> - -<p>There were several trim craft there, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> could be purchased, and Dick -was shown over them by the persons in charge. One was a rakish-looking, -clipper-built boat, constructed more for speed than for comfort. It was -a beautiful craft, but Dick decided he did not care for swift sailing, -and would rather have more room.</p> - -<p>Another yacht, the <i>Isabelle</i> seemed to him, at first, to be just right. -She had new engines and boilers, and was magnificently fitted up. But -the price was very high, and, while Dick could have afforded it, Mr. -Blake pointed out that the yacht would require a crew of about -twenty-five men, and Dick did not think he cared to preside, as captain -<i>pro tem</i>, over such a force.</p> - -<p>"I want something smaller, I think," he said.</p> - -<p>"That's my own opinion," remarked Mr. Blake.</p> - -<p>They had exhausted the possibilities at the Yacht Club anchorage, so the -lawyer proposed a trip to St. George, Staten Island, off which several -yachts, that their owners wished to dispose of, were anchored. There -Dick found three which would have suited him, but Mr. Blake advised him -not to commit himself, but to look further before deciding.</p> - -<p>"We'll go over to Brooklyn," proposed the lawyer. "We may as well put in -the entire day, for buying a steam yacht is not to be disposed of too -lightly."</p> - -<p>As they were taken out in a small motorboat, past several yachts at -anchor, they passed one, over the rail of which an old, grizzled man -was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> leaning, calmly smoking a short, black pipe. He was a veritable -picture of an "old sea dog," and Dick's eyes danced with pleasure at the -sight of him. A moment later his gaze wandered to the yacht herself. He -could not repress a murmur of admiration.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Blake.</p> - -<p>"That yacht," replied the young millionaire. "That's exactly my idea of -what I want. I wonder if we can buy her?"</p> - -<p>"I don't know, but it's easy to find out."</p> - -<p>The lawyer directed the engineer of the motorboat to put them alongside. -As Dick approached nearer his admiration grew, until he had made up his -mind that if the interior suited him as well as did the outside that -boat would be his.</p> - -<p>He saw the name on her stern as they approached—<i>Albatross</i>—and even -that pleased him. The yacht was a trim craft, narrow enough in beam to -indicate speed, with a high bow to take a heavy sea well, and long -enough to afford plenty of room, while her breadth was not such as to -make her too much of a roller, or wallower, in the trough of the sea.</p> - -<p>Two slender masts, for auxiliary sails, and for signal flags, with the -conductors of a wireless apparatus strung between them, rose fore and -aft of a buff-colored funnel, rakishly set. In short, the yacht was a -beauty.</p> - -<p>"On board the <i>Albatross</i>!" called Mr. Blake, when they were within -hailing distance.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p><p>"Aye, aye, sir," answered the old sea dog, pulling at his cap.</p> - -<p>"I understand that yacht is for sale," went on the lawyer, for, on -consulting a list he had, he saw that she was among those he had put -down to examine.</p> - -<p>"She might be, if any one had the money," replied the old sailor, -stuffing his thumb into the bowl of his pipe, to tamp down the tobacco.</p> - -<p>"Well, I have the money," spoke Dick, quickly.</p> - -<p>"Then come aboard, if you please, sir," was the more genial reply, and -the old man walked forward to where an accommodation ladder was -suspended, and lowered it.</p> - -<p>The young millionaire observed that the old sailor walked with a limp, -and he at once made up his mind that he had a wooden leg. This diagnosis -was confirmed when Dick and Mr. Blake stepped on deck a few seconds -later.</p> - -<p>"Well, here's the <i>Albatross</i>, and she's for sale, more's the pity," -went on the old man, respectfully. "Many's the voyage I've sailed in her -when Mr. Richardson was alive. But he's dead, and the pretty craft's on -the market. I'm stayin' here to look after her, and d'ye know," and his -voice sank to a whisper, "I've had half a notion, more'n once, to hist -the anchor, make sail, an' start for Davy Jones' locker, me an' her -together. For I've been on her for so long that she's like a wife to -me."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p><p>"Then she is an old boat?" asked Mr. Blake, apprehensively.</p> - -<p>"Old enough to know how to weather many a storm that some of the -new-fangled craft wouldn't dare venture out in. The only thing I have -agin' her is that she's a steamer instead of a sailer, but with her -engines stopped she can pick up a bone in her teeth when all her canvas -is spread," added the old man, proudly. "She has new engines and -boilers, and she's fit to make a trip around the world starting -to-morrow; and I wish she was!"</p> - -<p>"Maybe she will!" cried Dick, enthusiastically. "I think I'll take her, -Mr. Blake. The <i>Albatross</i> is just what I want."</p> - -<p>"Wait until you go below," suggested the lawyer with a smile. "Will you -show us down, Mr.—er—Mr.—?" he paused significantly.</p> - -<p>"Widkin is my name—Ebenezer Widkin," answered the old sailor, with a -touch of his cap. "An' you can take your choice by callin' me Ebby or -Widdy. Most of 'em calls me Widdy," he added with a grin, "in -consequence of me never havin' married."</p> - -<p>"Well, then, Widdy, take us below," suggested Mr. Blake, and soon he and -Dick were exploring the interior of the craft. If the exterior, with its -snow-white decks and mahogany rails, its ample companionways and other -details had captivated Dick, the cabins, engine room, dining saloon and -galley completed the conquest.</p> - -<p>"I'll take her!" he said enthusiastically to Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> Blake. "She's just big -enough, and not too big. The engines are new, and she's fitted up just -as I want." Dick stood in the owner's cabin, the most elaborate one on -the yacht.</p> - -<p>"Well, it's up to you, as the boys say," remarked the lawyer. "Of -course, there are many details to be looked after, but if you are -satisfied, we won't seek further. I'll see the owner's representatives, -and negotiate with them."</p> - -<p>"Is there—if I might be so bold as to ask, sir," began Widdy, as he -shall be called, "is there a chance of the yacht being put into -commission, sir?"</p> - -<p>"Every chance!" cried Dick, with sparkling eyes. "Every chance, Widdy."</p> - -<p>"An' would you—that is, do you think you could find room for such a -worn-out old sea dog as me on board? I'm a A1 sailor, sir, even if I -have a wooden leg, an' I can do my share with the best of 'em, if I do -say it myself."</p> - -<p>"I think I'd be very glad to have you as a member of the crew," answered -Dick, for he had taken a liking to the old man.</p> - -<p>"Thank you, sir, for sayin' that. Many's the day I've sat here, smokin' -my pipe lonesome-like, wishin' some millionaire would come along and buy -her. Why, would you believe it," and his voice sank to a whisper, "I've -even been thinkin' of turnin' pirate myself, an' pickin' up a crew of my -old mates to navigate her, I've been that desperate for action, sir."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p><p>"Well, if everything goes right, you'll soon have plenty of action," -promised the young millionaire. "I intend to take a long voyage, and -nothing would suit me better than to go in the <i>Albatross</i>."</p> - -<p>"And you couldn't find a better craft to sail in, if you was to search -the world over!" cried Widdy. "There! I've said it, and dash my lee -scuppers! I'll stand by it in fair weather or foul! I've got a prospect -of action at last, an' I'm a bit excited-like, but you must excuse me."</p> - -<p>Then, with a sudden motion, he took his short, black clay pipe from his -mouth, dashed it to the deck, where it broke into a score of pieces. -Then, drawing a new clay from his pocket, and breaking off the stem -short, he proceeded to fill it with tobacco, and light it. Next he -stumped off after a deck swab, with which he proceeded to clean up the -fragments of pipe and ashes.</p> - -<p>"I'm a bit excited at times," he went on more calmly, "but I don't mean -nothin' by it. I'll smoke a new pipe to the new owner," he added. "How -soon can we sail?" he whispered hoarsely, with his hand to his mouth, as -though much depended on the secrecy of the answer.</p> - -<p>"It will be hard to say, at present," answered Mr. Blake for Dick, "but, -if all goes well, probably within a couple of weeks."</p> - -<p>"Then, splice my mizzen-shrouds but you'll find me ready an' waitin'!" -cried Widdy. "Ready an' waitin'!"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p><p>"Very well," said Dick, with a jolly laugh. "And I hope we'll have many -voyages together."</p> - -<p>"By Neptune's whiskers, sir, so do I!" retorted Widdy, and he blew out a -great cloud of smoke.</p> - -<p>Mr. Blake and his youthful client returned to shore in the motor craft, -and the lawyer promised to at once start negotiations looking to the -purchase of the yacht. As a measure of precaution, however, he insisted -that a competent expert be hired to examine the hull, engines and -boilers, and, though this meant a little delay, Dick felt obliged to -consent to it.</p> - -<p>There was nothing more to be done that day, and, after having sent a -telegram to his father, describing the <i>Albatross</i> in brief, and stating -that he had made up his mind to purchase her, Dick went back to his -hotel.</p> - -<p>As he was turning down a quiet street leading to it, he became aware -that two men were regarding him rather closely. They were coming from -the opposite direction, and as they passed him they gave Dick sharp -glances.</p> - -<p>"Humph! They'll know me again, at any rate," thought the lad. Then he -dismissed the incident from his mind. He was used to a certain sort of -publicity and attention, for, on a previous visit to New York, his trip -had been made much of by the sensational papers, and he had been -credited with doing many eccentric things of which he never even -dreamed. His picture had been frequently published, and he was more or -less stared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> at. He thought this was but a reflection of that episode.</p> - -<p>Being fond of theatres, Dick decided to go to another play that evening. -He called up Mr. Blake, asking him to accompany him, but the lawyer had -another engagement, so Dick started off alone.</p> - -<p>He thoroughly enjoyed the performance, and as he came out to get into a -taxicab, to return to his hotel, he noticed that two men, who were -standing near the vehicle which he had summoned, were looking at him -rather more closely than at other persons in the street.</p> - -<p>Dick glanced at them. As he did so one of the men made a remark to the -other, and both turned quickly to one side, but not before the youth had -had a chance to look at their faces.</p> - -<p>"Why, they're the same fellows I met this afternoon, near the hotel," he -said to himself. "They must think I'm quite a curiosity."</p> - -<p>He entered the taxicab, and was rapidly whirled toward his stopping -place. His mind was filled with thoughts of his steam yacht, and with -chance adventures that might happen on the cruise. Possibly, if he had -seen the actions of the two men, immediately after his departure, he -would have not felt so easy.</p> - -<p>For the twain, no sooner had Dick entered his vehicle, summoned another.</p> - -<p>"Follow that car," directed the taller of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> pair. "Don't let it get -away from you, and there's a fiver in it."</p> - -<p>"You're rather free with the old man's money, ain't you, Sam?" asked the -short man, with a laugh.</p> - -<p>"Might as well be. He's so close-fisted that it'll do him good to be -bled a bit. But hit it up, sport," this to the chauffeur of the taxicab -they were in. "I don't want to lose our young friend."</p> - -<p>"All right," was the answer, and after Dick's vehicle sped the other, -containing the two men who were shadowing him.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER VI</span> <span class="smaller">DICK ENTERS THE TRAP</span></h2> - -<p>The young millionaire was hungry, after the three hours spent in the -theatre, and, knowing of a restaurant famed for its late suppers, Dick -determined to go there, partly to see some of the gayer side of life in -New York at midnight, and partly to satisfy his appetite. Accordingly he -gave directions to the chauffeur, who, after speeding the machine down -Broadway, turned into Twenty-third Street.</p> - -<p>As the vehicle swung around the corner a lad, who was crossing the -thoroughfare, had to jump nimbly to get out of the way. He reached the -curb, and standing there shook his fist at the occupants of the -taxicab—Dick and the driver.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter?" cried the lad who had so nearly escaped being run -down. "Ain't the street big enough for you? Or do you want to chase -folks up on the sidewalk?"</p> - -<p>"Aw, beat it!" retorted the chauffeur, with all the contempt some -automobilists feel for pedestrians. He had slowed up at the turn, but -was about to turn on more power.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p><p>"Wait! Hold on a minute!" cried Dick, leaning forward at the sound of -the other lad's voice, and a sight of his face in the gleam of an -electric lamp. "How are you, Tim Muldoon?"</p> - -<p>For a moment the other stared at the well-dressed youth in the taxicab, -for the vehicle had come to a stop. Then over the features came a look -of glad surprise.</p> - -<p>"Why, if it isn't Mr. Hamilton!" cried the lad in the street. "Who'd -ever think to see you here? How are you, Mr. Hamilton?"</p> - -<p>"Make it Dick, if you don't mind, Tim," suggested the millionaire's son. -"I'm Dick and you're Tim," and the wealthy lad reached out and shook -hands with the lad, whom he had once befriended as a "fresh-air kid," -and who, later, he had set up in the newspaper business. Tim Muldoon, a -typical New York newsboy, had accompanied Dick on a trip out west, to -inspect a gold mine, and had been instrumental in aiding him. Our hero -had not seen his protégé in some time, though he knew him at once when -the auto so nearly ran him down.</p> - -<p>"Well, well, Tim," went on Dick. "What have you been doing with yourself -since last we met? You've have grown considerable. Is the paper business -good?"</p> - -<p>"Fine, thanks to the start you gave me, Mr. Ham—I mean Dick. I'm -running three stands now, and I have two assistants. I get time to go<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> -to night school, now, and I'm studying bookkeeping."</p> - -<p>Dick had noticed that Tim spoke better language than formerly, for the -use of "dis," "dat," "youse" and kindred expressions was almost entirely -eliminated from his conversation.</p> - -<p>"Where are you going now, Tim?" asked Dick, when they had exchanged some -remarks.</p> - -<p>"Home. I've just finished work. Have to get ready for the early morning -papers soon, though, so I'm bound for home."</p> - -<p>"No, you're not!" exclaimed the rich youth. "You're coming to have -something to eat with me. It's lonesome dining alone. Come on, hop in -and we'll be there in no time. Then I'll run you up home in this -buzz-wagon."</p> - -<p>"But, Dick, I haven't any decent clothes on. I've been working and——"</p> - -<p>"Nonsense! What do I care about clothes? Get in. We'll hire a private -room if you're so afraid some one will see you."</p> - -<p>"It isn't that, only you——"</p> - -<p>"Don't you worry about me; get in."</p> - -<p>Tim complied, rather diffidently, and the much-wondering chauffeur -started the car again. As it went along there was another closely -following it, and, as the vehicle containing Dick and Tim made various -turns and twists through the different streets, to reach the restaurant, -the other taxicab did the same. Finally Tim, whose life in New York had -made him quick-witted along <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>certain lines, leaned out of the open cab, -looked back and said:</p> - -<p>"Any of your friends in that machine, Dick?"</p> - -<p>"Friends? No. Why?"</p> - -<p>"Because it's sticking to us like court-plaster. Say, sport," and Tim -leaned forward to the chauffeur, "are you wise to de—I mean <i>the</i> fact -that we're being chased?"</p> - -<p>"Hadn't noticed it," replied the driver, shortly.</p> - -<p>"Well, we are. Is it a fly-cop; or has your license expired?"</p> - -<p>"Search me," was the characteristic reply of the chauffeur. "But we'll -give 'em a run for their money," and increasing speed, he turned first -down one street and up another until, after five minutes' run, the other -cab was not in sight.</p> - -<p>"We either lost 'em, or else they got wise and dropped back," was Tim's -opinion. "But who were they, Dick?"</p> - -<p>"I can't imagine, unless they are some cranks who like to look at a chap -because he has a little money. Maybe they're fellows who hope to work me -for some game like Colonel Dendon did, when he tried to sell me fake -mining shares. I've noticed a couple of men who kept rather close watch -on me once or twice to-day, but I guess we've lost track of them. Well, -here we are; come in and have a good meal."</p> - -<p>Dick paid, and dismissed the chauffeur, for other taxicabs could be -summoned at the restaurant. As the young millionaire and Tim entered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> -the place another machine came to a stop near the curb, a short distance -away.</p> - -<p>"Thought they'd fool us, didn't they, Sam?" asked one of the two men who -alighted from it.</p> - -<p>"They sure did, but it isn't so easy to lose us. We're right after him."</p> - -<p>"You're not going to attempt anything to-night, are you?"</p> - -<p>"No, I just want to get the lay of things. I think we can work the -racket better from a boat-end, as he'll fall easier for that; so we'll -wait a couple of days. We've got lots of time, and the graft is too good -to shorten up," after which rather enigmatical words, the two men -sauntered past the restaurant, inside of which Dick and Tim could be -seen seated at a table.</p> - -<p>The two friends—friends in spite of the differences in their -stations—had a jolly time over their meal, Dick telling Tim something -about the proposed yachting trip, and the newsboy, in turn, relating -some of his experiences in the great city. True to his promise, Dick -insisted on taking Tim home in another auto, which he summoned, and -then, rather later than he was in the habit of turning in, the young -millionaire sought his hotel well satisfied with his evening's pleasure.</p> - -<p>"Well, he's safe for to-night, anyhow," remarked one of two men, as they -saw Dick pass through the hotel lobby. "Now we can get some sleep." They -had resumed their shadowing from the restaurant.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, and we'll try the game to-morrow, or next day," responded the -other.</p> - -<p>Dick's first visit after breakfast was to the office of Mr. Blake, the -lawyer. The attorney was not in, but a clerk informed the young -millionaire that matters concerning the purchase of the <i>Albatross</i> were -proceeding satisfactorily. It would take several days, Dick was told.</p> - -<p>"Well, the best thing I can do is to amuse myself," he remarked, as he -left the lawyer's office. He strolled back to the hotel, intending to -take a bath, and don a new suit he had just received from the tailor. As -he went up to the desk to get the key of his room, the clerk handed him -a letter, with the remark:</p> - -<p>"Messenger left that for you a little while ago, Mr. Hamilton."</p> - -<p>Dick read it hastily. It said:</p> - -<blockquote><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Mr. Hamilton</span>: I am trying to hurry along matters concerned -with the purchase of your yacht. I have seen the present owners, -but there appears to be a slight hitch, to use a nautical term. I -have another vessel in view, in case we can not get the one you -want. I expect to be aboard her this morning. Could you meet me on -her? She is the <i>Princess</i>, and is anchored off One Hundred and -Eightieth Street. Suppose you run up there? You will find a launch -at the dock to bring you out. I think, in case we can not <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>secure -the <i>Albatross</i>, that you will like this vessel fully as well. Come if you can.</p> - -<p class="right">"Yours sincerely,<span class="s6"> </span><br /> -"<span class="smcap">James Blake</span>."</p></blockquote> - -<p>"Can't get the <i>Albatross</i>!" thought Dick, in dismay. "That will be too -bad! I'll never care for any other yacht as I did for her. But I suppose -I'd better go and see Mr. Blake. Queer, though, that they didn't tell me -in the office how things were. Maybe they didn't know, or this may have -cropped up after I left. I'll go and see the other boat, anyhow."</p> - -<p>Dick started for the anchorage of the <i>Princess</i>, and, as he was about -to engage a taxicab, he bethought himself of the old sailor on the -<i>Albatross</i>.</p> - -<p>"Widdy would be just the one to take along," reasoned Dick. "He knows -all about yachts—more than either Mr. Blake or myself. I've a good -notion to go get him, and see what he has to say. Even if we do have to -take a different craft from the <i>Albatross</i>, I'd like Widdy to sail with -me. I'll go get him."</p> - -<p>The old sailor, who knew nothing of the hitch in the arrangements to -sell the yacht he was on, was a bit surprised at Dick's proposition, but -readily agreed to accompany him. He left one of his on-shore -acquaintances in charge of the <i>Albatross</i>.</p> - -<p>"But as fer findin' as good a boat as that," said Widdy, waving his hand -toward her, as he and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> Dick were speeding shoreward in a motor launch, -"you can't do it. Split my lee scuppers if you can!"</p> - -<p>And Dick, with a sigh, agreed with him. His heart was set on the -<i>Albatross</i>.</p> - -<p>At the foot of One Hundred and Eightieth Street Dick and the old sea dog -found a small motorboat in waiting.</p> - -<p>"Is this the launch of the <i>Princess</i>?" asked Dick of the man in charge.</p> - -<p>"No, it's a public launch, but I can take you out to her in it. There's -the yacht, out there. A gentleman on board told me he was expecting a -visitor, and I said I'd wait around and bring him out. Are you the one?"</p> - -<p>"I expect so," answered the young millionaire, and his eyes were taking -in the details of the yacht <i>Princess</i>. He did not like her, at first -view. She was too small, and there was none of that trimness about her -which marked the <i>Albatross</i>.</p> - -<p>"That's nothing but a dinghy with an engine in her," was the -contemptuous remark of Widdy, as he relighted his short pipe, which was -assuming a black hue, like unto the one he had smashed on deck.</p> - -<p>"Well, we'll go aboard," decided Dick. "I want to hear what Mr. Blake -has to say."</p> - -<p>A few minutes later he and the old salt were ascending the accommodation -ladder of the <i>Princess</i>. They were met by a sailor in uniform.</p> - -<p>"You'll find him below," he said to Dick, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>without being asked any -questions, and he motioned to an after companionway. Dick started down. -Had he but known it the young millionaire was entering the trap set for him.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER VII</span> <span class="smaller">THE ESCAPE</span></h2> - -<p>Followed by Widdy, the wealthy lad groped his way along a rather dark -passage. He expected every minute to be greeted by Mr. Blake, or to hear -the lawyer's voice bidding him welcome. Dick was a little surprised that -the attorney had not been out on deck, for the atmosphere below was -anything but refreshing, indicating that the <i>Princess</i> was none too -well ventilated.</p> - -<p>"This way, if you please," spoke a voice, and Dick had a glimpse of a -big man, attired in a sailor's suit, holding open a cabin door for him. -The lad, suspecting nothing, was about to enter, but at that moment -there came from Widdy, the old salt who was directly behind him, a snarl -not unlike that of the bulldog Grit, at a sight of Uncle Ezra Larabee.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho! It's you, my fine swab, is it?" cried Widdy, pushing his way -past Dick, and confronting the big sailor. "It's you, is it, an' up to -some of your knavish tricks, I'll be bound! Let me get hold of you, Jake -Shrouder, and I'll pay back some of the scores I owe you! Split my lee -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>scuppers! I didn't think to find you here! I made sure you was in jail, -if Davy Jones hadn't claimed you! Look out, Mr. Dick!"</p> - -<p>And with that Widdy, stumping forward on his wooden leg, made a dive for -the husky sailor, like a man making a tackle on the football field. As -for Shrouder, if that was his name, he seemed to turn pale under his -bronzed skin.</p> - -<p>"Widdy! You here!" he gasped, and leaped back, as if to shut himself in -the cabin he had invited Dick to enter.</p> - -<p>"Yes, I'm here! What thieving trick are you up to now? Is it to scuttle -the ship, or shanghai somebody? Wait until I get hold of you, with a -belayin' pin in the other hand, an'——"</p> - -<p>But Shrouder gave Widdy no chance to reach him. With a muttered -imprecation, he slammed the door shut in the face of the old sailor. -Nothing daunted, Widdy threw himself against it, using his artificial -leg as a battering ram. There was a splintering of wood, and, as the -broken door flew back, Dick saw the large man running through the cabin -toward another portal, which he frantically unlocked.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter? What's up?" demanded the young millionaire, -anxiously. "What's wrong, Widdy?"</p> - -<p>"Everything, Mr. Dick. Look out for yourself. There's bad business afoot -here, or Jake Shrouder would never be on hand. But I'll get him!"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p><p>He stumped forward, swinging his powerful arms to and fro, as if eager -to clasp his enemy in them, but he stumbled, and would have fallen -inside the cabin with the broken door, had not Dick caught him. At the -same time the fleeing man called out:</p> - -<p>"The jig's up! Widdy's here!"</p> - -<p>"Who's Widdy?" asked a man's voice, and it was followed by confused -shouts.</p> - -<p>"Never mind. The jig's up, I tell you! Better get ashore. Cast off the -boat!" yelled the big sailor.</p> - -<p>There was the tramp of rapid footsteps on deck. Then came a sound as of -something being dragged along—a scraping of wood on wood.</p> - -<p>"Quick!" cried the old sailor to Dick. "They're trying to shut the -hatches on us. We must get on deck!"</p> - -<p>Puzzled and alarmed—not knowing what to make of the strange actions of -Widdy, yet vaguely fearing, the lad turned from the cabin, and hastened -toward the companionway down which he had come. As he sprang up it he -saw the young sailor who had told him to go below shoving the hatch -cover over.</p> - -<p>"Quit that!" cried Dick. With a quick motion he caught up a coil of rope -that had dropped on the steps, and thrust this into the crack as the man -pushed the cover forward. This prevented it from being closed.</p> - -<div class="center"><img src="images/i068.jpg" alt="WITH A QUICK MOTION HE CAUGHT UP A COIL OF ROPE" /></div> - -<p class="bold">WITH A QUICK MOTION HE CAUGHT UP A COIL OF ROPE,<br />AND -THRUST THIS INTO THE CRACK.—<i>Page 67.</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht.</i></p> - -<p>A moment later Widdy was at Dick's side. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> old sailor thrust his -gnarled hands into the crack, and, with a wrench, sent the companionway -cover sliding back.</p> - -<p>"Hop out!" he called to Dick. "I'll follow."</p> - -<p>As the lad reached the deck he saw, disappearing over the side, the -young sailor, and the big one whom Widdy had called Shrouder. They -seemed to be descending into some boat. Dick rushed to the rail. In a -small barge were two men, and it needed but a glance to disclose to the -young millionaire that they were the same two who had stared at him so -persistently the day before, and though Dick did not then know it, they -were the same pair who had followed him in the taxicab. Shrouder and the -other sailor dropped into the barge with them.</p> - -<p>"Grab him, Mr. Dick! Grab him!" cried Widdy, as he saw his old enemy -escaping, but Dick did not think it wise to attempt to hold back the -desperate men. A few seconds later the four were pulling away from the -<i>Princess</i> for dear life.</p> - -<p>"Well," remarked Dick, drawing a long breath, as though he had just -taken part in a desperate race, "what's this all about, Widdy?"</p> - -<p>"About? It's about villainy, that's what it's about, Mr. Dick! Villainy, -and scheming, and black tricks and underhand work and shanghai-games, -and looting and scuttling ships and anything else that's bad—that's -what it is," growled the old seaman, as he stumped to the side, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> -shook his fist at the craft containing the four men. Then he filled his -pipe, and began to smoke more calmly.</p> - -<p>"We could chase them in the motorboat," suggested Dick, hardly yet -understanding what it was all about.</p> - -<p>"What's the use? Shrouder is as slippery as a greased sheet in a hail -storm. Let him go—he won't sleep any the easier to-night from having -met me. But I wish I could have laid my hooks on him," and Widdy opened -and shut his gnarled hands suggestively.</p> - -<p>"But I don't understand," said the lad. "Where is Mr. Blake? Why should -those fellows disappear so suddenly? I was to meet the lawyer here, and -look over this boat——"</p> - -<p>"Mr. Blake never came here," said Widdy, bluntly. "It's a plant—a -game—to get you on board. I'll wager that note sent to your hotel was -forged."</p> - -<p>"But why should they want to get me here?"</p> - -<p>"To rob you, most likely. They know you're rich."</p> - -<p>"Then that must have been why those two men paid such close attention to -me," decided Dick.</p> - -<p>"Of course," agreed the old sailor. "As soon as I clapped eyes on Jake -Shrouder I knew there was something crooked afoot. I've known him for -years—sailed all over in ships with him—and I never knew a piece of -black business afoot anywhere near him that he didn't have his finger -in.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> I knew there was something wrong as soon as I see him, and that's -why I made a jump for him, but he was too quick for me."</p> - -<p>"But who does this yacht belong to?" asked Dick. "We seem to be all -alone on it."</p> - -<p>"I hope we are. I don't want to have anything to do with those fellows. -I don't know who owns the craft. Like as not Shrouder has an interest in -her. But let's get ashore, and then we'll call on Mr. Blake and let him -know what's in the wind. It was all a plant, I tell you, to get you -aboard, and then they'd have robbed you."</p> - -<p>"But I don't carry much money with me," objected Dick.</p> - -<p>"No matter. They'd have found some way to get it out of you, or your -father. But, come on, let's leave this bilge-water craft. Phew! It -hasn't been swabbed out in a month of Sundays."</p> - -<p>Stumping to the opposite side of the deck Widdy signaled to the motor -launch at the dock, the owner of it having agreed to come off and take -Dick and the sailor whenever they waved a flag. In a few minutes the two -were speeding down-town toward the lawyer's office, their questioning of -the captain of the launch having resulted in nothing. He had no -knowledge concerning the <i>Princess</i>, or the men on her.</p> - -<p>As Widdy had surmised, the note purporting to come from Mr. Blake was a -bald forgery, but, since Dick had never seen the attorney's writing, it -was easy enough to deceive him.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p><p>"But what was their object?" asked the young millionaire.</p> - -<p>"Robbery," decided Mr. Blake.</p> - -<p>"But how did they know of my plans to buy a yacht?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, easily enough. Talk travels quickly in marine circles in New York, -and I fancy you are more of a public character than you imagine. At any -rate, the men, whoever they are, knew something of your plans, and took -advantage of them to lure you to the yacht, which they either hired for -the purpose, or perhaps own. It was a clever trick, and it was lucky -Widdy recognized that man in time, or you might have been locked in a -cabin, and kept there until they had what they wanted out of you."</p> - -<p>"I'm glad I took my sailor friend along," said Dick. "But how about the -<i>Albatross</i>? Am I likely to get her?"</p> - -<p>"I think so. I will have her examined in a few days, and, if she passes -inspection, I will complete the purchase, and you can arrange about a -captain and crew. Perhaps your old sailor can help you out there."</p> - -<p>"That's a good idea. I'll ask him."</p> - -<p>It was decided that little good could be accomplished by notifying the -police of the attempt to work harm to Dick, and so no report was made of -it, for our hero disliked the newspaper sensationalism he knew would -follow. Only Mr. Blake<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> warned the young millionaire to be careful of -where he went, and in what company he lingered.</p> - -<p>A week passed, during which Dick enjoyed himself in New York. The steam -yacht proved to be all that was claimed for her, and the purchase was -completed.</p> - -<p>"You are now the owner of the <i>Albatross</i>," said the lawyer to Dick, one -morning, handing him several papers.</p> - -<p>"That's great! Now to get a captain, a crew, put coal and provisions -aboard, and set sail."</p> - -<p>"For what port?"</p> - -<p>"I'm going to Cuba, partly on business and partly for pleasure. Some of -my school chums are going along, and we'll have a good time. And that -reminds me of something. There's a friend of mine in New York, whom I'd -like to have go along with me. He's Tim Muldoon, a former newsboy."</p> - -<p>"A newsboy?" and Mr. Blake looked surprised.</p> - -<p>"Yes, and one of the truest characters who ever sold a paper. I must -look him up. He's good fun, and will enjoy the trip."</p> - -<p>Two days later, the legal formalities all being completed, Dick engaged -the services of Captain Amos Barton, a grizzled veteran of the seas, to -command the <i>Albatross</i>, and then the young millionaire returned to -Hamilton Corners.</p> - -<p>Captain Barton had agreed to select a small, but competent crew, and he -would also see to putting the yacht in commission. She would be ready -to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> sail within a week, he stated, and all Dick would have to do would -be to name the port for which he wished the graceful prow pointed.</p> - -<p>He consulted his father on this point, and Mr. Hamilton on looking over -his papers learned that the Valdez family formerly lived in Santiago or -Havana, though his lawyers had been unable to get a trace of them at -either place.</p> - -<p>"But you might go to Santiago, and then to Havana," suggested Mr. -Hamilton. "You'll have to do some detective work, I fancy. But look out -for those men who tried to trap you."</p> - -<p>"Oh, I'll soon be far enough away from them, dad. I'm not worrying. -Besides, they won't try to board us with Widdy on guard. He's a great -character!"</p> - -<p>"So I imagine. Well, good luck to you. Do your best, and use your own -judgment. You'll have to depend on yourself from now on. Have you -arranged for your friends to accompany you?"</p> - -<p>"Not completely yet, but I will soon."</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER VIII</span> <span class="smaller">A FIGHT IN THE DARK</span></h2> - -<p>There were many busy days for Dick, following his purchase of the -<i>Albatross</i>. He received word from Captain Barton that the coaling and -provisioning of the craft were proceeding satisfactorily, and that a -good crew had been signed.</p> - -<p>Dick had invited Tim Muldoon to go on the trip, and the newsboy agreed, -after arranging with a younger brother to look after his business. Henry -Darby also planned to accompany the young millionaire, a clerk in Mr. -Hamilton's office agreeing to have an eye to the old iron business. -Bricktop Norton was to drive the horse and collect scrap for Henry.</p> - -<p>Dick invited a number of his military academy chums to make the cruise -with him, but he received several letters of regret, the lads stating -that vacation plans, previously made by their parents, would not permit -them to accept the young millionaire's hospitality. Paul Drew was to go -and Captain Innis Beeby, the cadet commander of Company C, wrote that he -might meet Dick in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> Savannah, Georgia, if the yacht would stop there on -the way to Cuba.</p> - -<p>"Of course, we'll stop for Beeby," said Dick to Paul Drew, who had -arrived at Hamilton Corners a few days before the date set for the -departure for New York.</p> - -<p>"Yes, Beeby's good fun. We'll have a swell time on this trip, Dick."</p> - -<p>"I hope so. I want the fellows to enjoy themselves."</p> - -<p>Uncle Ezra paid another visit to Dick's house, though it must have cost -him a pang to part with the money for a railroad ticket. He said he had -come to make one more appeal to Dick's father, not to allow the youth to -squander his fortune on a yacht.</p> - -<p>"It's too late, Uncle Ezra," exclaimed Dick, gaily. "I've bought the -yacht, and we shall sail in a few days."</p> - -<p>"Well, of all the senseless, wasteful proceedings—But there, I'm done -expostulating—I'm—I'm going to——"</p> - -<p>But the churlish old man stopped short, and closed his thin lips like a -steel trap. There was a dangerous, crafty look in his eyes, which boded -Dick no good, but the young millionaire did not see it.</p> - -<p>The night before the wealthy lad and his friends were to leave for the -metropolis, there to go aboard the yacht, in company with Tim Muldoon, -Dick found he had to go down-town to send some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> telegrams, one to -Captain Barton and another to the lawyer, Mr. Blake. Paul Drew, who, -with Frank Bender and Henry Darby, was at Dick's house, volunteered to -accompany him, but our hero said he would run down with Grit, and hurry -back, leaving his friends to amuse themselves.</p> - -<p>It was rather a dark night, with a promise of a storm, and when the -wealthy lad started out he wished that he had not gotten a puncture in -his auto tire that day, so that he might have used the car. But he had -not had the tube repaired, and the machine was out of commission.</p> - -<p>"But we don't mind the walk, do we, Grit?" asked the lad, and the dog -whined an answer.</p> - -<p>The messages sent, Dick started back home, hurrying along, for the first -few drops of rain were falling, and indicated a heavy storm to come. The -wind was blowing hard, and, after an effort to keep his umbrella right -side out, Dick gave it up, furled the rain-shield, and tramped on -through the drizzle, with Grit splashing at his heels.</p> - -<p>As the young millionaire turned the corner of a dark street, before -emerging into the thoroughfare that led to his house, he collided full -tilt into a man who suddenly seemed to jump from behind a tree.</p> - -<p>"I beg your——" began Dick, contritely, though it was not his fault.</p> - -<p>The next instant, and before the youth had a chance to finish his -apology, he felt himself seized<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> from behind by a second man, while the -one who had leaped out in front of him placed his hand over his mouth. -Dick felt himself being borne backward. He struggled to maintain his -footing, and struck out blindly.</p> - -<p>He felt his fists land on soft bodies, and once an exclamation of pain -escaped his assailants.</p> - -<p>"We've got him!" a voice whispered. "Where's the rig?"</p> - -<p>Dick partly squirmed loose, and wrenched the man's hand from over his -mouth.</p> - -<p>"Take 'em, Grit!" he cried, and there was a rush of feet, while a savage -growl told Dick that his faithful dog, who had lingered somewhat behind, -was about to attack the footpads.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER IX</span> <span class="smaller">OUT TO SEA</span></h2> - -<p>The unequal fight continued, the unknown men seeking to overpower Dick, -while he, on his part, made a desperate attempt to break the hold of the -scoundrels who held him. He was engaged in a losing game until the -arrival of his dog, when the tide of battle suddenly turned in his -favor.</p> - -<p>Grit seized a man's leg in his jaws, and bit savagely. There was a howl -of pain, and the intelligent animal, well knowing that Dick had two foes -to deal with, did not hold his grip. Instead, after making his teeth -felt, he let go, and made a dive for the legs of the other fellow.</p> - -<p>"Shoot the brute, Sam!" yelled the second man as he felt himself -attacked by Grit. "Blow his head off! He's biting me!"</p> - -<p>"He's bit me, too!" exclaimed the other, faintly, and he loosed his hold -on Dick to make a grab for his injured leg.</p> - -<p>"Let go, you beast!" yelled the man to whom Grit was still clinging. The -man endeavored to kick the bulldog loose, but the intelligent animal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> -knew his business. He let go, to avoid a savage kick, and made a spring -for the rascal's throat. This was too much for the footpad. He quickly -thrust the young millionaire from him and staggered away, breaking into -a run a moment later, and calling to his companion:</p> - -<p>"Come on! I've had plenty!"</p> - -<p>The other was glad enough to follow. Dick stumbled and fell, when the -men released their hold, but recovered his balance after an effort. -Grit, snarling and growling, started down the dark road after the men, -splashing through muddy puddles.</p> - -<p>"Here, Grit! Come back!" yelled Dick. He did not want his pet shot, and -he had no doubt but that the desperate characters would use their -weapons on the valuable animal.</p> - -<p>Breathing hard from his struggle the lad darted forward. The cool rain -soon revived him sufficiently, so that his strength, which had been -well-nigh spent in the contest, came back to him, and he was racing with -all his speed through the storm and darkness. He wanted to see who the -men were—to fathom the reason for their attack on him.</p> - -<p>"Here, Grit! Grit!" he called. "Come back!"</p> - -<p>The dog barked a protest, for he wanted to finish the work he had begun.</p> - -<p>"Come back, Grit!" cried Dick again, and the dog knew there was no -disobeying that voice. With a menacing growl he turned and leaped -joyously<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> about his young master, now and then glancing in the direction -which the men had taken, and sending a challenging bark toward them in -the darkness.</p> - -<p>"No use chasing them," murmured Dick, as he bent over to pat Grit, and -felt to see if the dog had been injured. There seemed to be no cuts on -him. The animal had been too quick for the men.</p> - -<p>As for the youth he had been roughly handled, and his neck and arms were -strained and bruised, while his clothing was disarranged. But he had -suffered no harm, and a hasty search through his pockets convinced him -that neither his watch nor money had been taken.</p> - -<p>"Well, that's the first time hold-up men ever tackled me," murmured the -young millionaire, as he walked back to the scene of the struggle, and -picked up his umbrella. "I didn't know members of that profession cared -to come to Hamilton Corners. I guess I'd better notify the police. It -might be dangerous for other people, to have such scoundrels about."</p> - -<p>Keeping a sharp lookout, lest the men return, but feeling pretty sure -that they had had enough, Dick turned into a better-lighted street, and, -going to the house of an acquaintance nearby, he called up the police -station, and reported through the telephone his experience.</p> - -<p>There was much wondering and excitement at headquarters, and the chief -promised to send <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>several officers to the scene of the outrage at once. -Dick met them, but the search that resulted amounted to nothing. The men -had disappeared, and even in daylight to hunt for them would have been -difficult, to say nothing of a chase in the storm and darkness. The -chief promised to have his men keep their eyes open the rest of that -night, and the next day, for any suspicious characters, but none was -seen.</p> - -<p>Dick's friends, from whose house he had telephoned, wanted to hitch up -the horse and drive him home, but he said he was so wet that a little -more water would not hurt him.</p> - -<p>Accordingly he walked, one of the few policemen of Hamilton Corners -insisting on accompanying the lad. Dick said it wasn't necessary, as -long as he had Grit with him, but the chief of police was taking no -chances with the millionaire's son.</p> - -<p>Of course, there was plenty of excitement when Dick reached his father's -house, and told Mr. Hamilton, and the boys there, what had detained him.</p> - -<p>"You certainly had a narrow escape!" said Mr. Hamilton, seriously. "Do -you think they meant to rob you, Dick?"</p> - -<p>"What else would they have attacked me for? Of course, it must have been -that. But Grit and I were too quick for them."</p> - -<p>"Could you see their faces?" asked Paul Drew.</p> - -<p>"No, it was too dark."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p><p>"Then, you couldn't tell whether or not they were the same men you met -before in New York, and who got you on board their yacht?" asked Henry -Darby, for the wealthy youth had told of his experience on the -<i>Princess</i>.</p> - -<p>"No—I don't believe they were the same fellows," replied Dick, slowly. -"They were ordinary highwaymen," but, though he said nothing about it, -he was puzzled over a remark one of the men had made while holding him. -It was when the footpad said:</p> - -<p>"We've got him! Where's the rig?"</p> - -<p>"Rig—that is, horse and carriage," murmured Dick to himself. "I wonder -why highwaymen wanted a rig? Unless," he added slowly, "they had an idea -of carrying me off. But that's nonsense. Maybe I misunderstood them." -But the more he thought about it and puzzled over it, the more it -worried him, until he put the matter out of his mind and devoted his -time to getting ready for the yachting trip.</p> - -<p>No further trace was found of the footpads next day, and, though the -Hamilton Corners police made inquiries in nearby towns, no suspicious -characters were reported as being about.</p> - -<p>Mr. Hamilton was worried, and considered a scheme of having a private -detective guard his son, for he knew that many unscrupulous scoundrels -had designs on wealthy lads. But Dick called the plan off.</p> - -<p>"I'll soon be at sea, dad," he said, "and I guess<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> with Grit on board, -and the fellows I'm going to take along we can stand off a small army of -hold-up men."</p> - -<p>"All right," agreed the millionaire, "but I'll feel easier when you are -out of sight of land."</p> - -<p>Dick had a telegram from Captain Barton, saying that the <i>Albatross</i> was -only waiting the command to hoist anchor and start, and on the receipt -of this the lad decided they would leave for New York the next day, as -he had been delayed getting his outfit together, and Henry Darby wanted -to close an important transaction in old iron before he went away.</p> - -<p>As Dick, Frank Bender, Paul Drew and Henry Darby were being driven down -to the depot in Dick's auto, to take a train for the metropolis, two -lads, standing on a street corner, observed the happy quartette.</p> - -<p>"There they go," observed Guy Fletcher, a town lad whose father was -quite well off. "There they go, and I wish I was going off on a trip -like that myself."</p> - -<p>"Not with Dick Hamilton," added Simon Scardale, who was Guy's crony. The -two lads had no friendly feelings toward the young millionaire, and, -indeed, Simon had once tried to make Dick lose considerable money. "Dick -Hamilton hasn't much use for us, nor we for him, Guy. I wouldn't care if -his yacht sunk at sea."</p> - -<p>"I don't know's I would, either, though I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> wouldn't want any one to get -drowned. But, come on, and I'll shoot you a game of pool."</p> - -<p>"Can't. I'm dead broke."</p> - -<p>"I'll pay for it," offered Guy, as Dick's auto swung around a corner and -as the two lads, who were rather inclined to a "sporty" life, turned to -seek a pool "parlor," they were confronted by an elderly man, with a -small tuft of white whiskers on his chin, which moved up and down as he -talked.</p> - -<p>"Was that Dick Hamilton who just passed?" asked the old man.</p> - -<p>"Sure," replied Simon, flippantly. "Do you know him?"</p> - -<p>"I guess I ought to, I'm his uncle," was the answer. "But I couldn't see -very good, 'cause the sun was in my eyes. Now, didn't I hear you say you -didn't care whether or not his yacht sunk."</p> - -<p>"Oh, we were only fooling," spoke Guy, with an uneasy laugh, thinking he -was to be called to account for the remark.</p> - -<p>"Oh, you needn't worry," returned Ezra Larabee, quickly. "I just -happened to hear what you said, and it occurred to me that perhaps you -two lads, who, I believe, are acquainted with my nephew, would like to -earn a little money easily. Would you?"</p> - -<p>"Would we? Well, I should lose a gold tooth if we wouldn't, old sport!" -exclaimed Simon, slangily. "What's the game?"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p><p>"Suppose you come with me," answered Mr. Larabee, and he looked around -hastily to see if he was observed before leading the two ill-favored -lads down a quiet street.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile, Dick and his friends continued on in the auto. They stopped -at the bank where Mr. Hamilton had his private office, to say good-by, -and half an hour later were speeding toward New York in a fast express. -Grit was in the baggage car, but he cried and whined so mournfully, -because he was out of Dick's sight, that his master had to go forward -from the parlor coach to pay frequent visits to his pet.</p> - -<p>Arriving at the big city, the young millionaire piloted his friends to -the same hotel where he had stopped before, and they were assigned to a -suite of connecting rooms. Dick then sent for Tim Muldoon, the newsboy, -who shortly appeared, resplendent in a new suit, and looking quite -different than when he first came under his friend's notice, as a ragged -"fresh-air kid."</p> - -<p>The young owner of the <i>Albatross</i> had sent word to Captain Barton that -he was in town, and would shortly come aboard, and Dick asked that the -yacht be in readiness for putting to sea at once.</p> - -<p>"Now," said our hero to his friends at the hotel, "I have to go see Mr. -Blake, the lawyer, and then I guess I'm done with business for a while. -I want to ask his advice about locating those Cuban relatives of my -mother."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p><p>"Guess I'd better go along with you," suggested Tim. "You might be held -up again, and I know almost every detective in New York. I could signal -to one in a jiffy for you, and we'd have bully fun arrestin' the -fellows. It'd make a corkin' story. Shall I come?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, it's hardly necessary," objected the rich youth, but Tim insisted -on it, and went with his friend in the taxicab.</p> - -<p>However, nothing happened, and after stating the case about the missing -relatives to the lawyer, and listening to Mr. Blake's advice, Dick put -in his pocket a letter the attorney had given him. It was addressed to -Don Ferdinand Hondora, a Havana lawyer.</p> - -<p>"He will give you any assistance in his power, in locating the Valdez -family," said Mr. Blake, as he bade his young client good-by.</p> - -<p>"Now, then, for the <i>Albatross</i>!" cried Dick, as he returned to the -hotel and greeted his chums.</p> - -<p>But there was still a delay, for every one wanted to purchase several -articles, forgotten in the departing rush, and this required visits to a -number of stores. But finally, with their trunks and suit-cases well -packed, the crowd of happy lads entered a big auto which Dick hired, and -were soon at the dock, where they took a motorboat out to Dick's steam -yacht.</p> - -<p>"Welcome on board!" cried Captain Barton, cordially, as the youthful -millionaire and his party mounted the accommodation ladder, while<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> the -blue flag at the masthead fluttered down, indicating the presence on the -yacht of the boat's owner. "We're all ready and waiting for you, and the -tide is just on the turn." Grit had already leaped on deck, and, at a -word from his master, made friends with the commander.</p> - -<p>"Is Widdy here?" asked Dick, looking about for a sight of the old -seaman.</p> - -<p>"He is," replied Captain Barton, "and I've made him honorary second -mate, at your suggestion."</p> - -<p>"Oh, yes; there he is," cried Dick, waving his hand toward the grizzled -sea dog, who stumped about near the ship's bell, as proud as the -proverbial peacock to be thus recognized by the millionaire skipper.</p> - -<p>"Now, fellows, make yourselves right to home," invited their host. -"We're going to live here quite a while, and I hope you find everything -comfortable."</p> - -<p>"If we don't it'll be our fault," observed Tim Muldoon, looking about -with awe, for the yacht was handsomely fitted up.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter, Henry?" asked Dick, noting the young iron merchant -staring about him, in rather a dazed fashion.</p> - -<p>"Oh, I was just wondering how much old scrap iron I'd have to sell to -buy a boat like this," was the answer, and Dick laughed.</p> - -<p>The anchor was hoisted to the musical clank-clank of the winches. The -accommodation ladder<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> was slung up alongside, and with a hoarse blast -from her whistle the <i>Albatross</i> slowly swung around with the outgoing -tide. From her funnel there poured black smoke, and from the steam pipe -there spouted a jet of white vapor. Under her stern the water was -churned to foam, and a white "bone" appeared at her sharp bow.</p> - -<p>"We're off!" cried the young captain, gaily.</p> - -<p>"Three cheers for Skipper Hamilton and his steam yacht!" yelled Paul -Drew.</p> - -<p>"Cut it out!" ordered Dick, turning red. "You can cheer the boat, but -not me."</p> - -<p>But his companions did not heed, and sent out their ringing cries. -Commanders on other vessels nearby heard, and, thinking a gay party was -starting off on a cruise, saluted the <i>Albatross</i> with the regulation -three blasts of their whistles, to which Captain Barton responded, so -that the progress down the bay was somewhat in the nature of an ovation, -as other craft, following suit, also rendered homage.</p> - -<p>Down through the Narrows steamed the fine yacht, gathering speed; out -past Forts Wadsworth and Lafayette, threading her way along the buoyed -channel, passing Coney Island on the left, swinging out more to sea as -Atlantic Highlands was sighted, and then, pushing across the nose of -Sandy Hook, the <i>Albatross</i> flew on toward the deep ocean.</p> - -<p>"We're off!" cried Dick again, as he leaned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> over the rail and watched -the blue water. "Off for Cuba, and all sorts of adventures, fellows."</p> - -<p>There were more adventures in store for the young millionaire and his -chums than they ever imagined.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER X</span> <span class="smaller">UNCLE EZRA'S OFFER</span></h2> - -<p>Simon Scardale and Guy Fletcher had heard something of Dick's Uncle -Ezra. They knew of his dislike for spending money, and they were not a -little surprised, therefore, when he led them toward a restaurant, -shortly after the young millionaire had gone to the depot in his auto.</p> - -<p>"I believe he's going to treat us to a dinner," remarked Simon, in a low -voice to his companion.</p> - -<p>"Don't be too sure," was the guarded response. "He's one of those -fellows who squeeze a dollar so hard that he gets enough feathers off -the eagle to make a sofa cushion."</p> - -<p>"Well, boys," remarked Mr. Larabee, as he paused in front of the eating -place, "I got up early this morning, to take the first train here from -Dankville, and I didn't eat much breakfast. So I think I'll go in here -for a cup of coffee. You wait outside, and when I get through I guess I -can put you in the way of making a few dollars."</p> - -<p>"Do you want us to wait <i>outside</i>?" asked Simon, suggestively.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p><p>"Yes; why not? You had your breakfast; ain't you?"</p> - -<p>"We also ate early," spoke Guy, with a grin at his companion; "didn't -we, Simon?"</p> - -<p>"Sure," answered the other. "Besides, if Mr. Larabee has anything to say -to us it's more private in the restaurant than out in the street. Some -one might see us here."</p> - -<p>Uncle Ezra made a wry face. He had outlined a certain plan of procedure -for himself, along the lines of what he considered was his duty, and he -had made up his mind that it would cost him some money. Yet, when the -time came to begin spending, he was averse to it. But he did not see how -he could get out of it.</p> - -<p>"It's bad to eat in between meals," he remarked, still pausing on the -threshold of the restaurant. "I wouldn't do it myself, only I'm quite -hungry."</p> - -<p>"So are we," said Guy boldly, and he added: "If you want us to play any -game on Dick Hamilton, you've got to pay us well for it. He doesn't like -us, and he wouldn't hesitate to do us some harm. So if you want us to -help you——"</p> - -<p>"Hush!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra, nervously looking around, and taking a -tighter grip of his purse. "Some one might hear you. Come on in, but, -mind you, I'm not going to pay for a whole breakfast for you boys. A cup -of coffee, and a sandwich, is all you can have. I'm only going to take -coffee, and very weak at that. Maybe I can get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> a weak cup for three -cents. They charge awful for coffee in some of these places."</p> - -<p>The boys had gained their point, however, which was to be invited inside -the restaurant, and soon the three were seated at a table in a secluded -corner of the room.</p> - -<p>"A cup of weak coffee," ordered Mr. Larabee, as the waitress came to the -table.</p> - -<p>"Strong coffee and griddle cakes to start with, and then ham and eggs," -ordered Simon.</p> - -<p>"I'll take the same," spoke Guy.</p> - -<p>Mr. Larabee turned pale and cried out:</p> - -<p>"Here! Hold on! I thought you boys were going to——"</p> - -<p>"I guess, Guy, we'd better be going," interrupted Simon, gravely, as he -got up and reached for his hat. "Mr. Larabee doesn't want to do business -with us."</p> - -<p>"Yes, I do. Sit down!" cried the miserly old man. "Oh, dear! boys have -such terrible appetites. You may bring me a very small cup of weak -coffee," he said to the waitress, who seemed amused at something.</p> - -<p>"It's all the same price," she stated.</p> - -<p>"What? Haven't you any cheap cups—any at half price?"</p> - -<p>"No."</p> - -<p>Uncle Ezra groaned, and, while he sipped his beverage, he kept a -watchful eye on the well-filled plates of Simon and Guy. They were doing -hearty justice to the meal they ordered.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p><p>"Pretty good cakes they have here; eh, Guy?" mumbled Simon, pouring -some maple syrup over the last brown one on his plate.</p> - -<p>"Fine! yes," agreed his crony.</p> - -<p>"What do you say to another helping before we tackle the ham and eggs?"</p> - -<p>"I don't mind."</p> - -<p>Simon raised his finger to summon the waitress. "We'll have some more -cakes," he ordered grandly, "and be sure to have the ham and eggs kept -hot. Two more plates of cakes."</p> - -<p>"No—no!" gasped Uncle Ezra, almost over-turning his cup of coffee.</p> - -<p>"Do you want three plates?" asked the girl, turning to him.</p> - -<p>"I—er—no—of course, not," stammered the old man. "I never eat 'em. -They give me indigestion, and then I have to pay a doctor's bill. I was -just going to say——"</p> - -<p>He looked appealingly from Guy to Simon and from Simon to Guy. The lads -winked at each other.</p> - -<p>"Queer what an appetite I've got," murmured Simon. "I didn't know I was -so hungry."</p> - -<p>"Me either," added Guy. "Do you think another plate of cakes will be -enough?"</p> - -<p>"Well, I don't know——"</p> - -<p>"It's all you'll git!" snapped Uncle Ezra, quickly. "Do you think I'm -going to pay—I mean you'll have indigestion something terrible," he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> -finished, for he saw that the pretty waitress was looking sharply at -him.</p> - -<p>"Oh, well, I guess with one more stack of the buckwheats and with the -ham and eggs and another cup of coffee we can make out," conceded Simon, -and the second plates of cakes were brought.</p> - -<p>Uncle Ezra sat in gloomy silence during the remainder of the meal. Simon -and Guy ate the last of the ham and eggs, and drained their coffee cups.</p> - -<p>"I <i>would</i> like a cigar," began Simon, in a reflective sort of tone.</p> - -<p>"Then, you'll buy it yourself," fairly growled Mr. Larabee. "Boys -shouldn't smoke, nor men neither. Now, if you've finished, and the land -knows you've eaten enough for two days, we'll talk business. I have some -work I think you can do for me, but it must be kept quiet. I'll pay this -bill, though probably it'll be terrible high, and then we can go to some -private room. Is there a secluded room here?" the old man asked the -waitress.</p> - -<p>"Yes," she assented, as she handed Mr. Larabee a slip with the amount of -the charge on it.</p> - -<p>"As much as that?" he gasped. "Can't you make it a little less?"</p> - -<p>"Those are the regular prices," she answered with scornfully curling -lip, as she handed him the bill of fare. He scanned it carefully through -his spectacles, and, finding that the waitress was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> right, slowly -counted out the change. He wanted the girl to accept, with the other -money, a quarter with a hole in it, which piece he had vainly tried to -pass several times before, but without success. She took it to the -proprietor, who offered to accept it at fifteen cents.</p> - -<p>"No, I won't take less than twenty-three for it," said Uncle Ezra. "It's -a very small hole," and he put the quarter back in his pocket, to save -for a future occasion.</p> - -<p>Carefully closing the door of the private room, to which the waitress -showed him, Mr. Larabee had a long talk with Guy and Simon. That there -were differences of opinion was evident from the loud voices which came -from the apartment at times. Finally the old man was heard to say:</p> - -<p>"Well, that's my offer; take it or leave it."</p> - -<p>"It's very small pay, considering the risk we run, and counting that the -boat might sink in a storm," said Guy.</p> - -<p>"Hush!" begged Mr. Larabee, "not so loud! Some one might hear you. Will -you do the work, or not? I only want you to help the two men I've -engaged."</p> - -<p>"Guess we might as well," assented Simon. "It will be a good trip for -us. And you want us to help get Dick——"</p> - -<p>"Will you be quiet?" pleaded Mr. Larabee. "Now it's settled, and you can -meet me in New York, say, in two days."</p> - -<p>"Then leave us the money for our railroad<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> fares," demanded Guy, and -with many a wry face, and after some hesitation, Uncle Ezra took out his -wallet, removed a leather strap and several wrappings of cord from -around it, and counted out some bills. With crafty smiles on their -unpleasant faces, Guy and Simon pocketed the cash.</p> - -<p>"Now, Dick Hamilton can look out for himself," said Guy, as the three -left the room. "I'll get even for the way he once treated me."</p> - -<p>"So will I," added Simon. "Only I hope Grit, his dog, isn't around when -the thing comes off."</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XI</span> <span class="smaller">PLUM DUFF OVERBOARD</span></h2> - -<p>Remaining on deck until the yacht was well on her way down the Jersey -coast, Dick and his chums at length decided that they would go below and -arrange their belongings in their staterooms. Captain Barton turned the -wheel over to Ted Midwell, the first mate, who, with old Widdy, and his -short pipe to keep him company, would navigate the <i>Albatross</i> until the -commander returned on deck. Mr. Barton wanted to have a talk with Dick, -to arrange certain details, and then pick out the two watches who would, -in turn, have charge of the vessel.</p> - -<p>"Isn't this slick, though!" exclaimed Tim Muldoon, as he gazed about -below decks, and inspected the stateroom assigned to him. "It's great to -be a millionaire!"</p> - -<p>"Yes, it's lots of fun when you can have a boat like this," admitted -Dick, "but——" He did not complete the sentence. He was thinking of the -men who had attacked him in the dark, and those who had lured him to the -other yacht. "A millionaire's life is not all roses."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p><p>Captain Barton showed the boys how to stow away their belongings to the -best advantage. Dick's things had been put in the owner's cabin, which -consisted of a large stateroom, a little parlor and a private bath.</p> - -<p>"Oh, say, this is too gorgeous for me," objected the young millionaire. -"I want a room like the other fellows."</p> - -<p>"No, you stay here," advised Paul. "Don't you s'pose we want to put on -some style when we have visitors? As soon as you come on board, down -comes the blue burgee, to show you're ready for company, and then we -chaps will escort 'em down below here, chuck a big bluff, and you can -serve 'em with cocoa and cakes, or whatever other form of stuff they are -addicted to."</p> - -<p>"It sounds good," admitted Dick, with a laugh, and he was finally -prevailed upon to occupy the rooms designed for the owner. Captain -Barton had a good-sized stateroom near Dick's, and the other boys were -provided with comfortable quarters adjoining, so they were all together. -Grit was given a kennel on deck, but he knew the freedom of the yacht -was his, and he poked his nose into every corner, from the engine room -to the chart house.</p> - -<p>Their trunks were put away, after their clothes had been taken out, and -the boys arranged their rooms, donned suits in keeping with their -characters as sailors, and then were ready to go again<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> on deck. That is -all but Dick and the captain, who wanted to have a talk.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter, Henry?" asked the millionaire's son, as he saw the -young iron merchant standing irresolutely in front of his stateroom.</p> - -<p>"I don't know, but I can't seem to get used to it," was the reply. -"Seems as if I'd ought to be hitching up, to go out and get a load of -junk, or see a man about buying some, or else I ought to feed my horse, -so his ribs won't stick together."</p> - -<p>"Drop all that," commanded Dick, with a laugh. "You're out for pleasure -now, and I want you to enjoy yourself. Get up on deck and watch the -waves. Maybe you'll sight a wreck, and can get a lot of old iron out of -it."</p> - -<p>"Maybe," assented Henry, chuckling, but it gave him something to think -about, and he hurried up the companionway with the others.</p> - -<p>Dick and the captain discussed various details of the voyage. As the -youthful owner was in no hurry, it was agreed not to crowd on any speed, -but to proceed leisurely along, stopping at Savannah to see if Innis -Beeby would join them, and then going on down the coast to Cuba. They -would land at Havana, and from there Dick would begin to make inquiries -concerning his mother's distant relatives. After that their program was -not made out, but the young millionaire wanted to cruise about between -Florida and Cuba, stopping at some of the many Florida keys, and, -perhaps, spending a few days camping on one.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p><p>Captain Barton submitted to Dick a schedule of the management of the -yacht, how he proposed dividing the crew into watches, and other matters -which the lad, as owner, must sanction.</p> - -<p>"I leave it all to you," said Dick. "We're out for a good time, and -we're going to have it. I guess we'd all like it if we could help -navigate some."</p> - -<p>"Of course, you may," agreed the captain. "I'll be glad to teach you -boys the rudiments of it, for it will be useful in case of trouble. -Well, now that's settled, I think I'll go on deck and take the noon -observation."</p> - -<p>"And I'll watch you," said Dick, "for that's a good thing to know how to -do. Another matter, Captain Barton, let the crew have plenty of good -stuff to eat. I've read how sailors weren't treated any too well, and -I'd like those on this boat to have the best."</p> - -<p>"They'll get it," was the answer, with a laugh. "Your lawyer, Mr. Blake, -said your father had written to him on that point, and the stores we -took aboard can't be beat, even on an ocean liner. The crew will live -higher than they have on many a voyage before this."</p> - -<p>"I'm glad of it," and then Dick followed the captain on deck, while the -other lads gathered about them to witness the taking of the noon -observation.</p> - -<p>The <i>Albatross</i> fairly flew along the blue sea, putting knot after knot -behind her, leaving New<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> York and Hamilton Corners farther and farther -astern, and slowly forging toward Cuba, where, had Dick but known it, a -curious and trying experience awaited him.</p> - -<p>"Let's get Widdy to tell us a sailor's yarn," proposed Frank Bender, -toward the close of that afternoon, when the lads had inspected every -part of the ship, from the engine room to the chart house, and had even -climbed part way up the shrouds.</p> - -<p>"Fine!" cried Dick. "Widdy knows some good sea stories," and they -gathered about the sailor who sat on a coil of rope, smoking.</p> - -<p>"An' so," concluded the old salt, at the finish of his story, as he -loaded his short, and rapidly blackening pipe, with some very dark -tobacco, "an' so we was rescued an' taken aboard, an' the first thing my -messmate, Marlinspike Ned, called for was plum duff, an' what's more, he -got it."</p> - -<p>"What's plum duff?" asked Paul Drew.</p> - -<p>"It's a sailor's plum pudding," volunteered Dick, who had read many sea -tales.</p> - -<p>"Right," assented Widdy, "only it's better."</p> - -<p>"I think I could make some," said the wealthy lad, who was not a little -proud of his cooking abilities, and who had often shown his culinary -skill when in camp.</p> - -<p>"Ah, my boy!" exclaimed the old sailor, "plum duff ain't what it used to -be. It ain't got the same flavor, split my lee scuppers if it has!"</p> - -<p>"I'm sure I could make some that would have,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> declared Dick. "I'm going -to try, too. Do you think the crew would like some?"</p> - -<p>"Dash my belayin' pin, but they would!" exclaimed Widdy.</p> - -<p>"That settles it!" cried the young yacht owner. "I'll make a lot, and -we'll have some aft, too, fellows."</p> - -<p>"Not any for mine, thank you," said Frank Bender, hastily, moving off to -try a new acrobatic stunt he had been practising.</p> - -<p>"Why not?" asked Dick, somewhat indignantly.</p> - -<p>"I don't believe you know the difference between plum duff and sea -biscuit," was Frank's answer, and he dodged behind a deck chair, to be -safe, in case Dick threw anything at him.</p> - -<p>"You'll see," was the yacht owner's comment, as he moved toward the -galley, where a fat German cook, Hans Weyler, presided.</p> - -<p>Dick's chums wanted to see him at work, but he shut himself in with the -cook, and soon curious sounds proceeded from the galley. There was the -rattle of pots and pans, and an occasional deep-voiced German -exclamation, followed by Dick's calm words.</p> - -<p>"<i>Ach himmel!</i> Vy you do it dot way?" cried the cook, so that he could -be heard from one end of the yacht to the other.</p> - -<p>"Because that's the right way," answered Dick.</p> - -<p>"But, oxcuse me, Herr Hamilton, dot stuff<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> should boiled be, und you haf -roasted it on der oven alretty yet."</p> - -<p>"Sure, I'm baking it. That's the proper way to do it. I'll steam it -afterward."</p> - -<p>"<i>Ach!</i> Vot a foolishness vaste of der good t'ings," was the cook's -despairing remark.</p> - -<p>"Fellows, there's going to be some fun before this plum duff is made," -prophesied Paul Drew.</p> - -<p>"It sure looks that way," agreed Frank, as he balanced himself on his -hands and head on a coil of rope.</p> - -<p>Dick was in and out of the galley several times. On each occasion he -seemed to have accumulated a little more flour on his clothes or face. -Finally, after more than an hour's work, he announced triumphantly:</p> - -<p>"Now, fellows, it's done, and I want old Widdy to have the first sniff -of it. He said I couldn't make one, and I want to show him that I can. -Ask him to step here, Tim."</p> - -<p>The newsboy found the old salt splicing a rope, and soon Widdy, having -put away his pipe, stumped toward the galley. Dick emerged, gaily -bearing on a large platter a round, brown, smoking object, with a cloud -of steam hovering over it, and a most appetizing odor wafting from it -all about the deck.</p> - -<p>"Here, Widdy, take a look at this!" cried Dick, proudly. "Is this plum -duff, such as you used to get, or not?"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p><p>"It looks like it," admitted the old sailor, carefully.</p> - -<p>"How does it smell?" asked the young millionaire, holding it toward the -old salt.</p> - -<p>"It certainly do smell like it," further confessed Widdy.</p> - -<p>"It <i>is</i> it!" insisted Dick. "Now the crew will have some for supper -to-night, and I guess you fellows will admit that I can make a sailor's -plum pudding as good as the next one."</p> - -<p>With a smile of triumph at his chums, Dick advanced toward them, bearing -the smoking platter. He was going to display the duff to them, but, as -he neared the rail, the yacht lurched, and Dick gave a little jump to -retain his balance. The platter tilted. The plum duff began to slide -off.</p> - -<p>"Look out!" shouted Frank Bender, making a spring toward Dick.</p> - -<p>"I've got it!" cried the millionaire's son.</p> - -<p>He tried to straighten up, and, at the same time, keep the platter on a -level keel. A moment later, before the eyes of all his chums, the -elaborate concoction slid off the big plate, over the yacht's rail, and -splashed down into the sea.</p> - -<p>"Plum duff overboard! Plum duff overboard!" yelled old Widdy, stumping -forward and catching up a coil of rope on the way. "Plum duff overboard! -Lower a boat!"</p> - -<p>"Well, split—my—lee—scuppers!" exclaimed Dick, slowly, as he peered -over the side. "Wouldn't that frazzle your main topsail!"</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XII</span> <span class="smaller">SAVED FROM THE SEA</span></h2> - -<p>For an instant after Dick's disgusted exclamation no one spoke. Then -Paul, with a regretful sigh, remarked:</p> - -<p>"It certainly smelled good."</p> - -<p>"It <i>was</i> good," declared Dick. "I put twice as much stuff in it as was -necessary."</p> - -<p>"Maybe that's what was the trouble," suggested Henry Darby. "Likely it -was topheavy, as I once had a load of old iron, and it overbalanced."</p> - -<p>"Well, I like your nerve!" spluttered the young millionaire, with a show -of pretended anger. "Comparing my plum duff to a lot of old iron! It was -Frank Bender's fault that it was lost overboard."</p> - -<p>"My fault?" demanded Frank. "How do you make that out?" and he leaned -far over the rail, to look back toward where the plum pudding had -disappeared in the ocean.</p> - -<p>"Your fault—yes!" repeated Dick. "But look out, or you'll go overboard, -too. If you hadn't made that jump for me, when you did, I'd have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> -managed it all right. It's up to him, fellows! Frank's to blame!"</p> - -<p>"I am like pie!" cried the acrobatic lad, turning a handspring to calm -his excited feelings.</p> - -<p>"Of course, it's your fault," added Paul, with a wink at the others.</p> - -<p>"Sure," came from Henry.</p> - -<p>"Maybe it was Grit's fault," suggested Tim Muldoon, gently, for he -wasn't quite sure whether Dick and his chums were in earnest or not. "I -saw Grit trying to wag his tail, just as the puddin' went overboard."</p> - -<p>"Tim, you've solved the mystery!" declared Dick. "It <i>was</i> Grit's fault. -Grit, you old sinner, don't you know any better?" and the dog leaped -about joyously, barking in delight at the fun and excitement.</p> - -<p>"Well, it's gone, and I reckon the crew doesn't mingle any plum duff -with their ship's biscuit to-night," observed Widdy, with a sigh. "It -sure did smell good, Mr. Hamilton, and it looked good, too," and the old -sailor recoiled the rope he had grabbed up in his excitement. Captain -Barton came on deck, then, to inquire the cause of the fun, and laughed -when told the story of the pudding, to the rescue of which Widdy had -sprung so valiantly.</p> - -<p>But if there was no plum duff for supper there were other good things, -for Dick had well stocked the yacht's larder.</p> - -<p>"Der crew needn't mind so mooch," spoke the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> fat German cook. "I'll make -'em noodle soup, mit onions in, und I makes it goot und strong," and the -crew did full justice to the generous quantity Hans sent to the -forecastle.</p> - -<p>The boys did not go to their staterooms early that night, but sat up on -deck, listening to yarn after yarn, reeled off by old Widdy, who, every -now and then, interrupted his narratives to stump to the side, empty out -the ashes from his short pipe, and refill it. But at length Captain -Barton suggested that it was getting late, so Dick and his chums went -below, for their first night aboard the steam yacht.</p> - -<p>They were lulled to rest by the soft swish and murmur of the waves, and -the hum and throb of the powerful engines, which were urging the fine -craft over the water.</p> - -<p>The young yachtsmen were up in time next morning to witness the swabbing -down of the decks, in which task Dick and the others insisted on taking -a hand, as the work was a novelty to them. Barefooted, and with trousers -rolled up, they helped with the hose, which was attached to a steam -pump, and used the big swabs with good intentions, if not with skill.</p> - -<p>"Pretty good for land-lubbers," Widdy condescended to say, as he watched -the work.</p> - -<p>"Well, if it doesn't do anything else," observed Dick, "it gives one a -tremendous appetite. Hans, don't you dare burn the omelet this morning."</p> - -<p>"<i>Ach himmel!</i> Me burn a omelet! I vould as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> soon bite mine own ear, -Herr Hamilton. Me burn a omelet!" and the cook was quite indignant, -until Dick's laugh told him it was a joke.</p> - -<p>Coming up on deck after a substantial meal, Tim Muldoon, who was first -out of the companionway, uttered a cry.</p> - -<p>"Hi, fellers, here's a ship that's been wrecked!" he cried. There was a -rush to the rail and the boys saw, not far off, on the port side, a -large vessel, with queer stumpy masts, on the tops of which were big, -round objects.</p> - -<p>"Is it sinking?" asked Henry Darby. "Can't we rescue the people?"</p> - -<p>"That's a lightship," explained Captain Barton, who was just being -relieved at the wheel by Widdy. "It's the one about twenty miles off -Cape May, the southernmost point of New Jersey. We haven't made very -good time during the night, or we'd be farther south. But I thought it -best to proceed slowly, until I got better acquainted with the yacht."</p> - -<p>"That's right," agreed Dick. "We're in no hurry." The lads watched the -lonely vessel, anchored so far off from land, until they had left it -quite a distance aft, and then they found new matters to occupy their -attention.</p> - -<p>"This is certainly great, Dick," remarked Paul Drew, some hours later, -as he sat in a steamer chair near his chum. "It beats turning out at -reveille, forcing yourself into a tight uniform, and getting ready for -drill and chapel; doesn't it?"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, but old Kentfield is all right, at that. This is good for a -change. But wait until we get to Cuba, and wait until we camp out on one -of the Florida keys. Then we'll be right in it."</p> - -<p>"This is good enough for me," observed Henry. "If I only was sure that -the old iron business, and my horse——"</p> - -<p>"Drop it!" commanded Dick, with a laugh. "This is no time——"</p> - -<p>He ceased speaking, and arose to observe Widdy, who had stumped to the -yacht's side, and was earnestly gazing at some object on the water.</p> - -<p>"What is it?" demanded Dick, as he advanced to where the old sailor -stood, bracing himself against the rail, for there was quite a sea on.</p> - -<p>"It's a small boat!" was the reply, "and I think some one is in it."</p> - -<p>"A small boat!" repeated Dick. "Wait and I'll get a glass."</p> - -<p>"A boat," murmured Paul, as he came forward, while his chum hurried to -the chart house. "Maybe there's been a wreck, and these are the -survivors."</p> - -<p>"Such things have happened," agreed Widdy. "Yes, it's a boat, sure -enough," he added a moment later, as a small object was seen for an -instant on the crest of a wave, and then disappeared in the trough of -the sea.</p> - -<p>Dick took a quick observation through the binoculars when the boat next -rose, and immediately uttered a cry:</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p><p>"There is some one in it!" he shouted. "I can see 'em moving about! -Where's Captain Barton? We must stop the yacht to rescue them!"</p> - -<p>"What's up?" asked the commander, coming on deck at that moment.</p> - -<p>"Yes, it's some one, or something in that boat," he agreed, after an -observation. "Mr. Midwell," he added to the first mate, "signal for the -yacht to lie to, and order a boat lowered. We can't pass the poor -creature by."</p> - -<p>"I'm going to help with the rescue!" cried Dick. "Come on, fellows! -We'll all go."</p> - -<p>"Better take the dory, then," suggested Captain Barton, for one of those -substantial small craft, which could live in almost any sea, was -included in the complement of the <i>Albatross'</i> boats.</p> - -<p>Tim Muldoon was not quite bold enough a sailor to care to venture in the -small craft, and Henry Darby did not want to go, but Dick, Paul and -Frank Bender, with two of the sailors, made up the party that set off to -the rescue. Grit was wild to accompany his master, but Dick gently -ordered him back.</p> - -<p>With lusty arms the sailors, aided by Dick and Paul, who insisted on -each taking an oar, pulled toward the small boat, which was seen one -instant, and the next lost to view. As they neared it, after fifteen -minutes of rowing, for it was farther off than it looked, Dick cried:</p> - -<p>"Fellows, there's a baby in that boat!"</p> - -<div class="center"><img src="images/i108.jpg" alt="WITH LUSTY ARMS" /></div> - -<p class="bold">WITH LUSTY ARMS THE SAILORS, AIDED BY DICK AND PAUL,<br /> -PULLED TOWARD THE SMALL BOAT.—<i>Page 110.</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht.</i></p> - -<p>The oars were rested between the thole-pins<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> and, above the gentle swish -of the water against the sides of the dory, could be heard a wailing -cry, coming over the waste of water.</p> - -<p>"Give way!" shouted Dick, as he bent to the ashen blade once more. -"We've got to save that baby!"</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XIII</span> <span class="smaller">THE MERMAID'S SONG</span></h2> - -<p>Forward shot the boat, impelled by the sturdy muscles of the sailors, -Dick and Paul. In another minute the dory was lifted high on the crest -of a wave, while the drifting craft was down in the hollow. The pitiful -crying-whine sounded more plainly, and a moment later Dick shouted:</p> - -<p>"Fellows, it isn't a baby at all. I can see it plainly now. It's a -puppy! A little, brown puppy!" And, at the sound of the lad's voice the -frantic animal redoubled its cries.</p> - -<p>"Well, we've got to rescue it just the same," declared Frank, after a -moment's blank look at his chums.</p> - -<p>"We'll go alongside and take him out," suggested the young millionaire. -"The poor brute must be almost starved."</p> - -<p>"Better go easy," cautioned one of the sailors. "If you and Mr. Drew -will unship your oars, Mr. Hamilton, Larson and I will go as close as we -can. I don't want to have the side of our dory stove in, and there's -quite a swell on."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p><p>Dick recognized the fact that neither he nor Paul were skilful enough -in handling a heavy boat at sea to successfully accomplish the work of -rescue, so the two lads took in their oars.</p> - -<p>"Maybe we can pick up the painter and tow the dinghy back," suggested -Larson, and Kenby, the other sailor agreed. By this time they were quite -close to the drifting craft, and the puppy was leaping from seat to seat -in its eagerness, crying, whining and barking by turns, and almost ready -to leap overboard, so lonesome and terrorized by hunger was it.</p> - -<p>"Easy now, old chap," counseled Dick, in soothing tones, and the puppy -nearly wagged off its tail in joy.</p> - -<p>Fishing about at the bow of the dinghy, Larson did manage to pick up the -rope, without coming dangerously close. It was made fast, and once more -the oars began to propel the dory toward the yacht, it being decided to -wait until the arrival there before taking out the puppy.</p> - -<p>But the animal had no such intentions. Seeing what probably looked as if -its rescuers were deserting it, the little dog, with a frantic howl, -leaped overboard, and tried to swim to the boat containing Dick and the -others.</p> - -<p>"Grab him!" cried the young millionaire, ceasing rowing, an example -followed by the others, and when the half-starved pup came alongside -Frank Bender lifted him in. Instantly the brute<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> wiggled away from him -and tried to crawl over and nestle in Dick's arms.</p> - -<p>"Here, hold on! Wait a minute! Not so fast! Give me a sponge and a -towel!" begged the wealthy lad with a laugh, trying to keep the dog in -the bottom of the boat, at the same time appreciating the poor brute's -evident pleasure in being rescued. "He must have absorbed about a gallon -of water," added Dick, ruefully, as he looked at his clothes, and the -little salty puddle forming at his feet.</p> - -<p>"Queer looking baby," commented Paul, with a grin at his chum.</p> - -<p>"That's all right. It did sound like one crying; didn't it?" and Dick -appealed to the sailors.</p> - -<p>"Sure," agreed Larson, respectfully.</p> - -<p>"Certainly," said Frank.</p> - -<p>"I'll take him on board and feed him up," went on the millionaire's son, -"and then——"</p> - -<p>"Maybe Grit will eat him before you get a chance to feed him," suggested -Paul.</p> - -<p>"By Jinks! I never thought of that," admitted Dick. "I wonder if I can -risk it?" for Grit had little use for other dogs, though he never went -out of his way to fight. "I'll chance it, though," the lad went on. -"I'll make Grit be friends with him."</p> - -<p>Nor was it a difficult task, for the little puppy was so weak and -forlorn, as it sprawled awkwardly on deck that Grit, after an ominous -growl and a showing of his ugly teeth, changed his temper<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> all of a -sudden, and began to lick with his tongue the rescued brute.</p> - -<p>"They're all right now," declared Dick, with an air of relief. "That's -the way to behave, Grit. I'm proud of you!" Grit wagged his stump of a -tail, and the puppy thumped his longer appendage weakly on the deck.</p> - -<p>"What will you call the new one?" asked Captain Barton.</p> - -<p>"Call him Gritty," suggested Henry Darby, "for he has some of Grit's -grit to live all that while in the open boat."</p> - -<p>"Gritty it shall be," decided Dick. "I wonder where he came from, and -how the dinghy got adrift?"</p> - -<p>"It's a boat from some fishing vessel," said Captain Barton, when the -craft that had contained the puppy was hoisted aboard and examined. It -had no name on, and was rather battered and old. "It must have gone -adrift, for the end of the painter is frayed, as though it was chafed -through. Probably the dog was asleep in it when it drifted off," added -the commander.</p> - -<p>"Well, he's a new member of the crew," said Dick. "Here, Hans, give my -puppy some quail on toast, or beefsteak smothered in onions. He's -hungry."</p> - -<p>"I gif him some veak soup—dot's vot he needs vurst," decided the big -German cook, picking up the half-starved animal, and carrying it off to -the galley. Grit followed, with a happy bark. He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> seemed to have -accepted Gritty at once as a friend and companion.</p> - -<p>The yacht was gotten under way once more, slipping through the water -like some graceful fish, and making better time, for now the new crew -was familiar with the engine and boilers, and more speed was being -maintained.</p> - -<p>What with watching the running of the engines, helping in taking -observations, signaling other vessels they passed, and strolling about -the deck, Dick and his chums found plenty to occupy their time. The -young millionaire and Paul had taken up the study of wireless telegraphy -during their last term in Kentfield, and, as the <i>Albatross</i> had an -apparatus aboard, the two cadets crackled off several greetings to their -friends, while Mr. Hamilton was kept informed of the progress of the -yacht, and also sent some messages in answer to those of his son.</p> - -<p>The <i>Albatross</i> ran into a storm on the third day out, as she was -rounding Cape Hatteras, that always treacherous point on the Atlantic -coast, and for a time the boys had all they wanted of sailor life, and a -bit more. It was the first time any of them had been seasick, and Henry -Darby and Frank Bender were the ones to succumb. Frank was too limp to -even move an eyelash, Dick said pathetically as his friend was stretched -out in his berth. As for Dick and Paul, they behaved like old sea dogs, -and even Tim Muldoon, though it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> was his first voyage, stood up well -under the strain.</p> - -<p>The yacht pitched and tossed, now on top of a big green wave, and again -sliding down into the trough, as though she was going to the bottom. But -she was a staunch craft, and when they had passed the point, with its -conflicting currents, the storm had blown itself out, and a period of -calm and fog succeeded.</p> - -<p>Through the gray, damp mist the <i>Albatross</i> was creeping one afternoon, -with her whistle sounding mournfully at regular intervals, and Widdy, -and another sailor, stationed in the bow to peer through the blanket of -whiteness, to give warning when anything should loom up in front of -them.</p> - -<p>"Wouldn't it be better to anchor, or run in to shore?" suggested Paul, -as he and Dick were standing forward, trying in vain to pierce the mist.</p> - -<p>"It's just as well to keep on going," explained Widdy, with the freedom -engendered by the young millionaire's treatment of him. "It's better to -run into some other ship than to be run down yourself, if it's goin' to -be done. An' we're safer out here than in nearer shore. We'll be all -right, if——"</p> - -<p>Widdy suddenly paused, and leaned forward in a listening attitude. Dick -and Paul rubbed the drops of fog from their eyes, in a vain attempt to -see something. What would loom up in front of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> them? Some ocean liner, -which might cut them in two, and send them swirling to the bottom? Dick -felt a sense of fear.</p> - -<p>Then, out of the fog, there came the sound of a voice singing, and at -the first words the old sailor fairly leaped back from the rail, his -wooden leg thumping on the deck. To the ears of the watchers came this song:</p> - -<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div>"Oh, it's ten long years since I sailed away,</div> -<div class="i1">When the wind was blowing free.</div> -<div>And I've anchored since in every port</div> -<div class="i1">That's touched by the salty sea.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div>"There was once just ten in the Sallie Sue,</div> -<div class="i1">As we sailed the watery plain.</div> -<div>But the sharks gobbled every one but me,</div> -<div class="i1">And now I'm back again."</div> -</div></div></div> - -<p>"Get below, boys! Get below!" yelled Widdy, showing every appearance of -fear. "Get below, if you value your lives!" and he clapped both hands -over his ears, and hobbled toward the companionway, his pipe falling -from his chattering teeth, and smashing to fragments on the deck.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter?" cried Dick.</p> - -<p>"That's a mermaid! A mermaid singing!" replied the old salt, "and it's -death to every man within the sound of her voice! Get below, boys! Get below!"</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XIV</span> <span class="smaller">JUST IN TIME</span></h2> - -<p>Dick and Paul did not know whether to laugh at the old sailor, or follow -him in his mad rush for the forecastle. This latter inclination was not -because of any fear of the superstition regarding mermaids, but because -they thought there might be a collision with the unseen vessel, and it -would be wise to prepare for it.</p> - -<p>Once more, out of the fog and mist came the voice:</p> - -<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div>"I remember well, in the days of old,</div> -<div class="i1">How a sailor lad named Bill</div> -<div>Fell overboard near the Hole in the Wall,</div> -<div class="i1">A dolphin's maw to fill.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div>"Oh, it's there one night, a terrible sight,</div> -<div class="i1">Did happen——"</div> -</div></div></div> - -<p>"Ahoy there!" yelled Dick. "Who are you, and where are you going?" for -it needed but a moment's harkening to the second part of the song to -demonstrate that it issued from the mouth of some burly follower of the -sea and not from the salty lips of some fish-maiden.</p> - -<p>"Who are you?" back came the challenge from the swirling fog.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p><p>"The yacht <i>Albatross</i>, bound for Havana," answered Dick. "Who are -you?"</p> - -<p>"I'm a lobsterman, fog-bound, and my 'put-put' boat is out of gasolene. -For the love of Davy Jones, have you any aboard? I've been here ten -hours, and I'm hungry enough to eat a raw crab. Give a hail until I get -my bearings."</p> - -<p>"A lobsterman!" cried Paul. "And old Widdy thought it was a mermaid!"</p> - -<p>Jack called to Midwell, the mate, to have the whistle sounded, and then, -yelling to the unseen mariner to approach slowly, the two lads peered -forward from the bow of the yacht, for the first glimpse of the helpless -craft. There was the sound of oars being used, and presently there -loomed up through the mist a small dory motorboat, containing a grizzled -son of the sea, his craft piled high with boxes of lobsters.</p> - -<p>A moment later Widdy popped his head up through the companionway. Behind -him were several of the crew.</p> - -<p>"Is—is she—has she sung again?" asked the wooden-legged sailor, -cautiously.</p> - -<p>"It doesn't happen to be a 'she,' Widdy," answered Dick.</p> - -<p>"You don't mean to say that it's a he-one, do you?"</p> - -<p>"It's a lobsterman," spoke Paul. "He's out of gasolene. Have we any, -Captain Barton?" for the commander was approaching.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, I guess there's some among the stores."</p> - -<p>The lobster boat came alongside, and a very much relieved fisherman -looked up at the trim yacht.</p> - -<p>"Hum, that's quite some of a smack," he remarked with calm enthusiasm. -"I'm right glad I met-up with you. I calculated I'd have t' stay out all -night, or until the fog lifted, an' that ain't goin' to be very soon. -Has any one a chaw of tobacco?"</p> - -<p>"Was that you singin'?" demanded Widdy, suspiciously, while one of the -crew, at Captain Barton's direction, went to get some gasolene.</p> - -<p>"Well, if you call it singin' I was," guardedly answered the lobster -man.</p> - -<p>"Why and wherefore was you a-doin' of it?" inquired the wooden-legged -sailor. "I took you for a mermaid, an'——"</p> - -<p>"A mermaid! Ho! Ho! A bloomin' mermaid I'd make! Why I was only a sort -of hummin' to myself because I'd lost my fog horn overboard, an' I -didn't want to be run down, with all these lobsters aboard, for lobsters -is high now. That's why I was sort of hummin' an' singin', as you call -it. Has any one got a chaw of tobacco?"</p> - -<p>"Well, seein' as how you're not a mermaid, you can have it," responded -Widdy, as he passed over a generous portion. "But it's the first time I -ever heard of a lobsterman losin' his fog horn overboard. Some careless -of you, wa'n't it?"</p> - -<p>"You might call it that," admitted the other<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>, cautiously, "but I was so -busy haulin' up my pots an' emptyin' 'em that I didn't notice it right -away, an' you know," he added gravely, "a horn won't float."</p> - -<p>"Hum," remarked Widdy, as he took back what was left of the plug of -tobacco. The gasolene was handed down into the small craft, and the -lobsterman insisted on giving Dick a generous portion of his catch in -payment therefor.</p> - -<p>"Ho, for some lobster salad!" cried the young millionaire, as he held up -by the back a squirming crustacean. "Hans, get busy making about a peck -of mayonnaise dressing."</p> - -<p>"<i>Yah!</i> I dresses dot sea-bug all right!" exclaimed the cook with a -grin. "I knows how to fix dem!"</p> - -<p>The lobsterman started his gasolene engine, and "put-putted" off through -the fog, seeming to get his bearings instinctively. He called a good-by, -and once more started his fog-horn song.</p> - -<p>"Well, I wish we'd meet such mermaids every day in the week," commented -Paul Drew, as he looked at the pile of lobsters on deck, for he, too, -was very fond of them.</p> - -<p>The <i>Albatross</i>, which had been hove to on meeting the small craft, was -once more sent slowly forward. The fog lifted about two hours later, and -the speed was increased. There was a fine supper aboard Dick's yacht -that night, and even the crew had lobster salad, as a sort of side dish -with their pork and beans.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p><p>"We'll be at Savannah to-morrow," announced Captain Barton one -afternoon—a glorious, sunny afternoon, when Dick and the boys were -sitting about the deck in steamer chairs. "Do you think your friend, Mr. -Beeby, will meet you there, Captain Hamilton?"</p> - -<p>"I don't know," answered Dick. "You never can tell what Innis Beeby will -do. He's always changing his mind at the last moment, and he's so fat -that it doesn't worry him."</p> - -<p>"Nothing does," said Paul. "I hardly think he'll join us, though."</p> - -<p>"Well, we'll put in and see," decided the lad of millions.</p> - -<p>At Savannah, when the yacht had docked, Dick found a telegram awaiting -him from his chum, Beeby. It read:</p> - -<blockquote><p>"Will be with you at ten <span class="smaller">A.M.</span> to-morrow."</p></blockquote> - -<p>"And, just as likely as not he won't," commented the young captain. "But -we'll lay up here over night and see."</p> - -<p>Ten o'clock the next morning came, and the boys eagerly scanned the pier -for a sight of the fat lad. There were all sorts of people coming down -to the water-front, but Innis Beeby was not of them.</p> - -<p>"Guess we'd better get under way," suggested Dick, when eleven o'clock -had passed, and there was no sign of the cadet.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p><p>The gang-plank was being hauled in, and Captain Barton was about to -swing the engine room telegraph signal over to "half-speed ahead," when -a shout sounded up the broad pier.</p> - -<p>"Here he comes!" cried Paul. "Here comes Innis, on the run!"</p> - -<p>The boys saw a very stout lad waddling along at what he probably -considered a run, but which was far from it. In front of him, trundling -a hand-truck, containing the cadet's trunk and suitcase, was a tall, -thin porter, built on the lines of a racer. He would rush along and, on -looking back, would see his employer about twenty feet in the rear, -coming slowly.</p> - -<p>"Can't you hurry, sir?" the porter shouted, so that Dick and the others -heard him. "The ship's about to sail, sir."</p> - -<p>"Tell—'em—to—hold—her," panted Beeby. "I'm—com—ing!"</p> - -<p>Forward ran the porter, trundling the truck. After him came Beeby, going -slower and slower, for he was winded. Captain Barton, unaware of the -impending arrival of Dick's guest, had shoved the telegraph lever over. -There was the ringing of a bell in the engine room, and the yacht -gathered way.</p> - -<p>"Hold on!" cried Dick. "Stop the engines!"</p> - -<p>"Run out the gang-plank again!" ordered Paul.</p> - -<p>"Come on, Innis, come on!" yelled Dick to his friend.</p> - -<p>"Get on the truck, and let the porter wheel<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> you," suggested Paul. He -scarcely believed the fat cadet would do it, but the suggestion came at -just the right time, and the fleshy lad called:</p> - -<p>"Here, porter, let me sit on top of my trunk. I can't go another step."</p> - -<p>"Sure!" assented the man, and, a moment later, he was assisting the late -passenger up on top of the baggage. There was a laugh from the crowd on -the pier, in which Dick and his chums joined, but Innis Beeby cared -little for that. He could breathe easier now, and there was a better -chance of him catching the yacht.</p> - -<p>The porter broke into a run with his load, and soon was alongside the -<i>Albatross</i>. But the vessel was now in the grip of the tide, and, though -the engine had been stopped, the yacht was moving. The gang-plank could -not be run out, for a snubbing post was right in the way.</p> - -<p>"Get off, and I'll throw your baggage on board!" cried the porter, for -there was, as yet, but a small space of water between the steamer's rail -and the bulkhead.</p> - -<p>"Yes—but—how—am—I—going—to—get—on—board?" panted the exhausted -cadet.</p> - -<p>"We'll pull you up!" yelled Dick, for it would mean a lot of work to -stop, and back up to the landing place.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p><p>"Now, all together, fellows!" ordered Dick. "Haul him up!"</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>"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?"</p> - -<p>"To use a classical and poetical expression, you <i>be</i>," 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."</p> - -<p>The <i>Albatross</i> swung out into the channel.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XV</span> <span class="smaller">TIM MULDOON DISAPPEARS</span></h2> - -<p>"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.</p> - -<p>"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——"</p> - -<p>"The less said about your running the better, Innis. Let me shake hands -with the <i>late</i> Mr. Beeby," and Paul Drew joined the group about the fat -cadet.</p> - -<p>"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.</p> - -<p>"Yes it'll do for a starter," admitted the owner of the <i>Albatross</i>. -"We've hardly got settled down to the run of things yet."</p> - -<p>"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?"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p><p>"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."</p> - -<p>"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?"</p> - -<p>"We're going to put you forward with the crew," spoke Paul. "They need a -fat and jolly companion."</p> - -<p>"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."</p> - -<p>"We've got a chap aboard who can do the same thing," said Dick. "We'll -have to introduce him to Widdy, fellows."</p> - -<p>"Sure thing," chimed in Frank Bender, and then, as he had been keeping -quiet for nearly ten minutes, he proceeded to climb up the shrouds and -pretend to make a dive into the bay.</p> - -<p>Beeby was given a stateroom near Dick's, and when his trunk and -suit-case had been put away, and he had donned a rough suit, in which he -said he felt more at home, he went on deck with the others, and was -shown about the yacht. He found<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> much to admire, and warmed Dick's heart -with his praise.</p> - -<p>For the stout cadet was a bit older than our hero and his chums, and had -seen more of the world. In consequence the young millionaire rather -looked up to him, and valued his opinion. On his part Beeby had formed a -strong liking for Dick, and soon made friends with the other three lads. -Paul Drew he had known for some time.</p> - -<p>In Captain Barton, Beeby discovered an old friend. They had met once, -when Beeby was on a yachting cruise, and, though the commander had not -recollected the name when Dick had casually mentioned his friend, the -sailor at once recalled the fat lad's face and figure. Soon they were -renewing their acquaintanceship, and swapping yarns in the pilot house.</p> - -<p>Swinging out of the harbor, and into the deep water beyond, the -<i>Albatross</i> was quickly making good time down the coast. Dinner was -served, and a jolly party gathered in the dining saloon, Hans Weyler -outdoing himself in the matter of providing good things to eat.</p> - -<p>"I say, Dick, but you <i>are</i> a lucky dog," remarked Beeby, somewhat -enviously, as he leaned back in his chair, after the dessert. "How did -it all happen, anyhow—this fine yacht, the way you take it off, and all -that?"</p> - -<p>"I hardly know myself," answered Dick. "I'm afraid I'll wake up some -morning and find it all a dream."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p><p>"And you've nothing to do on the entire trip but have fun, eh?" asked -the stout lad.</p> - -<p>"Well, mostly; though, as I've told you, I expect to look up some of my -mother's distant relatives in Cuba. But that may not take long, and then -we'll go off on an exploring expedition, and live on a desert island for -a change."</p> - -<p>"Fine and dandy!" exclaimed Beeby, enthusiastically.</p> - -<p>The rest of the day was spent in sitting about deck, the boys telling -stories, or swapping school experiences, while occasionally Widdy would -come aft on some errand, and Dick would detain him long enough to have -him tell some sea yarn, more or less true.</p> - -<p>Grit and Gritty gamboled about together, playing like two puppies, for -Grit, usually grave and dignified, as suited a blooded bulldog, seemed -to renew his youth in the presence of the little waif from the sea.</p> - -<p>There was an indication of a storm that night, and Captain Barton, -looking anxiously at the barometer, ordered everything made snug below -and aloft. The wind freshened about midnight, and when the boys awoke -early in the morning they found the yacht pitching and tossing in an -angry sea.</p> - -<p>"Whew!" exclaimed Beeby, as he just avoided being tossed out of his -berth, "rather rough, isn't it, Dick?"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p><p>"Oh, so-so. Does it bother you?" asked Dick, from his stateroom.</p> - -<p>"Not a bit. I've got my sea legs on now, and I feel fine. I'm going on -deck for a breath of air. Come along."</p> - -<p>They dressed hastily and, followed by the other lads, ascended the -companionway, not without some difficulty, for at times the <i>Albatross</i> -seemed trying to stand on her beams' ends, while at others she appeared -to want to plunge to the bottom of the sea.</p> - -<p>"It's some rough," remarked Paul Drew, as he clung to the handrail.</p> - -<p>"But the boat seems to go right through it," added the young owner, -proudly.</p> - -<p>Once they poked their heads outside they were made aware that there was -plenty of what sailors call "dirty" weather. There was a strong wind -blowing, and a rain was falling, being driven sharply into the faces of -the lads, while the spume and spray from the sea, with its tang of -saltiness, soon made their cheeks feel as though they had on thin masks -of brine.</p> - -<p>"Oilskins and sou'westers to-day," remarked Dick, as he dodged back -inside, almost wet through from a brief dash across the deck.</p> - -<p>"It'll be stay below for mine," decided Frank Bender. "I can practise -some of my new motions without much effort. All I'll have to do is to -stand still and be tossed about."</p> - -<p>"Yes, stand on your head in the dishpan, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>balanced on a tumbler," -suggested Paul. "You'll have a nice tumble, if you do."</p> - -<p>"And I guess you'd like to see me," suggested the aspiring acrobat. -"Well, I'm not going to. Tim, you and I will get up a daily paper. We -can gather news by wireless. I'll write out the sheets by hand, and you -can sell 'em."</p> - -<p>"Sure," agreed the newsboy. "I'm lost without something like that to do. -I'm not used to this sporting life. I'd like to see an extra edition out -now."</p> - -<p>They ate breakfast under difficulties, and many cups of coffee were -spilled in places not intended for them. But, for all that, it was jolly -fun, and, donning oilskins a little later, they all went on deck, where -they watched the big waves which were running quite high, their crests -whipped into foam and spray by the wind, which every moment was -increasing.</p> - -<p>Tiring of the exposure to the rough weather, they came below in about -half an hour, and put in the rest of the morning at various occupations. -Some wrote letters, to be posted when sighting the next inward-bound -coast steamer; Dick was going over some details of the mysteries of -navigation with Captain Barton, and Beeby was peacefully slumbering, -braced up on a divan, with many cushions to soften his descent in case -he was pitched to the cabin floor.</p> - -<p>The striking of eight bells, or the noon call to dinner, saw reassembled -in the dining-room Dick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> and his friends. None of them seemed to have -lost their appetites because of the rolling and pitching, for, by this -time, even the most indifferent lad was a good sailor.</p> - -<p>"Well, I guess we can sit down, and spill some soup in our laps," -remarked the young yacht owner, looking around at his chums. "But, hold -on, where's Tim?"</p> - -<p>"He was here a while ago," volunteered Henry Darby. "I saw him going -toward the engine room."</p> - -<p>"Yes, he likes to see the machinery," added Frank Bender. "I'll call -him." But Frank presently returned to report that Tim had not been in -the engine compartment.</p> - -<p>"Look in his stateroom; maybe he's asleep," suggested Beeby. "I had a -nice nap myself."</p> - -<p>But Tim was not there, and by this time Dick was becoming a bit worried. -He and Paul made a search in various parts of the yacht, but Tim was not -seen, nor did he answer their calls.</p> - -<p>"That's rather odd," mused Dick, with a puzzled air.</p> - -<p>"Did you look in the pilot house?" asked Frank. "Maybe he's in there -with Captain Barton, who hasn't come out yet to get his dinner."</p> - -<p>"Tim's not here," was the commander's report a little later, and on his -face there came an anxious look, as Dick mentioned the newsboy's -absence. "Did you try the forecastle?"</p> - -<p>But Tim was not in the crew's quarters, though<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> he was a general -favorite with the men forward, and often spent much time in their -company.</p> - -<p>"Let's get this down to a system," suggested Dick. "Who saw him -last—and where?"</p> - -<p>It developed that they had all seen the newsboy quite recently, but when -it came to saying where there was a conflict of opinion.</p> - -<p>"Well, this yacht isn't such a big place," remarked the owner. "If he's -on board we ought to find him."</p> - -<p>"Maybe he's fallen overboard," spoke Henry Darby, almost before he -thought of the significance of his words.</p> - -<p>"I saw him with his oilskins on," volunteered Widdy, who had been called -into the general conference.</p> - -<p>"Was this before or after we all had them on, and were on deck?" asked -Paul Drew.</p> - -<p>"Afterward. In fact, it wa'n't more'n an hour ago. He come up on deck in -'em, an' then went below."</p> - -<p>"Are you sure he went below?" asked Dick, quickly.</p> - -<p>"Well, no; not exactly. I saw him start for the companionway, but just -then we struck a big wave, and I had to grab a lifeline myself. So I -didn't notice, but I think he went below."</p> - -<p>A curious hush fell upon them all. They were all thinking of the same -direful thing. Another hasty, but thorough search of the yacht was made, -and there was no trace of Tim.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p><p>"He <i>can't</i> have fallen overboard!" cried Dick. "We'd have heard him -cry."</p> - -<p>"Not in the noise of this storm," spoke Captain Barton, solemnly. "I'm -afraid he's gone, boys. We were boarded by some big waves," and a gloomy -silence followed his words.</p> - -<p>"Poor Tim," murmured Dick, "and to think I urged him to make this -voyage. It's all my fault!"</p> - -<p>"Don't give up so soon," urged Beeby, who was the most hopeful person in -the group. "Let's have another look. Dinner can wait. We'll find Tim -Muldoon, if he's aboard. He's a New Yorker, and they're hard to lose -anywhere. We'll find him yet," and the search was begun again.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XVI</span> <span class="smaller">UNCLE EZRA AS A SAILOR</span></h2> - -<p>Two days after the <i>Albatross</i> left Savannah harbor, another small steam -vessel made her way in. Had any one been interested in her identity he -could have made out the name <i>Princess</i> on bow and stern, but to the -casual observer this meant little or nothing, save that the craft was -not a very spruce-looking member of the royal family.</p> - -<p>There was an air of neglect about her. The paint was scraped off in many -places, and was dingy in others. When she rolled a bit on the swells a -glimpse could be had of many barnacles clinging to her copper plates. In -fact, she was rather a forlorn <i>Princess</i> who came to anchor on the edge -of the channel.</p> - -<p>"Now, you boys get into a boat, go ashore and see if he's been here," -said an old man, whose chin was adorned with a small bunch of white -whiskers, that moved up and down when he talked. "Just make some -inquiries, and find out if the yacht <i>Albatross</i> has been here, and when -she left. And, mind you, don't you go to spending money, 'cause I won't -give you any more."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p><p>"Maybe Sam or I had better go along," suggested the shorter of two men, -who stood leaning over the yacht's side. "We can make better inquiries -than either Guy or Simon, Mr. Larabee."</p> - -<p>"That may be, Sam Newton," admitted Dick's Uncle Ezra, whom, I suppose, -the reader has already identified as the old man in question. "That may -be, but I want you and Ike Murdock to stay on board, and have a talk -with me. We've got to plan to catch my nephew, and he's ahead of us in a -fast yacht."</p> - -<p>"Then why did you want to stop here?" asked the man addressed as Ike -Murdock.</p> - -<p>"I wanted to make sure he'd been here. You never can tell what that boy -will do. Since his father so foolishly let him have all the money he -wants, he goes all about, looking for ways to spend it."</p> - -<p>"And you're going to stop him," suggested Sam Newton.</p> - -<p>"That's my intention. He'd have been stopped by this time if you men had -managed to get hold of him, as I told you to, and paid you for. You -bungled the whole business, and made me have to hire this steamship to -take after him. Why didn't you get him into my hands secretly, as I -thought you would?"</p> - -<p>"Because he was too smart for us," admitted Ike, bitterly. "We had him -fairly on board this yacht, and only for that old sailor, who happened<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> -to recognize one of our crew, your nephew would be where you want him, -by this time."</p> - -<p>"And that would be in a place where he can't squander his fortune," went -on Uncle Ezra, savagely. "If his father won't teach him habits of thrift -and industry, and how to save his money, I will, for he is my only -sister's child. I may be running a big risk in doing it this way, but -it's worth it."</p> - -<p>"It certainly is a risk—for you and for us—if we're caught," murmured -Sam. "But I don't care, as long as I get well paid."</p> - -<p>"Me either," added Ike.</p> - -<p>"Well, are you and Guy ready to go ashore?" asked the old man, -addressing Simon Scardale. "All I want to find out is if my nephew's -yacht has been in this port, and when she left. I heard Dick say to his -father that he was to stop here to take aboard some friend of his. Oh, -the way my nephew wastes his money! He doesn't care how big a party he -has aboard to feed. It's a shameful waste!"</p> - -<p>"Yes, we're ready to go," said Simon. "But can't we signal for a -motorboat to take us off, and bring us back? It's quite a way to row -ashore."</p> - -<p>"No, you can't signal for no motorboat," snapped Mr. Larabee. -"Motorboats cost money, and I've spent nearly a thousand dollars on this -business already, and I suppose I'll have to spend more. You boys can -row. It'll be good exercise for you. Boys should exercise."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p><p>"Then, can't you advance us a little more money?" asked Simon. "I need -a new necktie."</p> - -<p>"You don't need one aboard this ship, and when we get through, and I pay -you the rest of your wages, after you've helped me to capture my nephew, -you can buy as many neckties as you want. Now, hurry off, for I don't -want to stay here any longer than I have to. It costs money every day I -have this steamer."</p> - -<p>Grumbling at the stinginess of their employer, Guy and Simon, with the -help of one of the few sailors on the <i>Princess</i>, lowered a small boat, -and pulled laboriously ashore. Meanwhile, Mr. Larabee went below with -the two men, whom, had Dick seen, he would have at once recognized as -those who acted so strangely toward him in New York.</p> - -<p>"If we can't intercept him any sooner, we'll have to go all the way to -Cuba, I guess," admitted Mr. Larabee, after a long talk with the two -unscrupulous men he had hired. "But it's going to cost me a power of -money."</p> - -<p>"What of it? You'll get it all back, won't you?" asked Ike.</p> - -<p>"Indeed, I will, and with interest, too. But I hate to put out so much -at once. This is more than I've spent in a whole year at Dankville, and -we've only been on this trip a few days. Oh, why didn't you hold on to -him, when you had him that night in the rainstorm at Hamilton Corners?"</p> - -<p>"We had a very good reason," said Sam. "His<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> dog had too good a hold on -us. I can feel his teeth yet, and my leg is still sore. If I'd got -hydrophobia I'd had to sue you for damages, Mr. Larabee," and Sam winked -at Ike.</p> - -<p>"No, you wouldn't!" exclaimed the crabbed old man. "You signed a paper -to do this work at your own risk, and I'll hold you to it. You can't sue -me, no matter what happens."</p> - -<p>"Oh, well, let's not quarrel," suggested Ike. "Now, when the boys come -back we'll know what to do. While we're waiting, I guess I'll eat."</p> - -<p>"Seems to me you're always eating," grumbled Uncle Ezra.</p> - -<p>"The salt air gives me a good appetite," said Ike.</p> - -<p>"Me, too," added his crony.</p> - -<p>"It takes a powerful lot of money to run a steamship," complained the -old man. "If I'd a known how terrible much it took I don't believe I'd -ever gone into this thing, though I do want to prevent my nephew from -wasting his fortune, and this was the only way I saw, for it was useless -to appeal to him or his father."</p> - -<p>"Still, kidnapping is a dangerous business," suggested Ike.</p> - -<p>"Don't say that word!" cried Mr. Larabee, quickly, looking around -apprehensively. "Ain't I told you this isn't a regular kidnapping? I'm -only doing it for his good. It ain't kidnapping in the real sense of the -word."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p><p>"Have your own way about it," conceded the ill-favored man. "I'm going -to eat."</p> - -<p>Guy and Simon came back in about two hours, to report that Dick's yacht -had been in Savannah, and had left.</p> - -<p>"Then we must get right after him!" cried Uncle Ezra. "I only hope we -can overtake him before he gets to Cuba. It will be terribly expensive -to go there. Now, get up steam, or make anchor, or whatever the proper -term is, and sail fast. He may give us the slip."</p> - -<p>There was soon activity aboard the <i>Princess</i>, and a little later the -dingy vessel, with her dingy crew, and the oddly-mated occupants of the -cabin, were sailing over the course taken by the young millionaire and -his chums. Ezra Larabee had undertaken a desperate and peculiar plan to -"save" his nephew.</p> - -<p>It was not long before the pursuing yacht ran into the same storm felt -by those aboard the <i>Albatross</i>, and, being a smaller and less staunch -craft, the one hired by the old man pitched and tossed rather -dangerously.</p> - -<p>Mr. Larabee had taken to his berth as soon as the ship left the harbor, -for he was but an indifferent sailor, and the least motion made him ill.</p> - -<p>When the storm came his malady increased, and he thought surely his last -hour had come.</p> - -<p>"Oh, why did I ever try this plan?" he wailed. "Why did I come to sea? I -might have known better. I wish I was back at Dankville. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>Samanthy -didn't want me to come, and I wish I'd heeded her words of warning. Oh, -I'm sure I'm going to die. Get a doctor, can't you?"</p> - -<p>"There's no doctor aboard," said Ike. "But you'll be all right as soon -as it stops blowing. I'll have the cook make some strong coffee for -you."</p> - -<p>"Maybe that will make me feel better," gasped Mr. Larabee. "Oh, why -didn't you get my nephew hid away when you had him in Hamilton Corners -that night?" and he turned his face to the wall and groaned.</p> - -<p>"Haven't I told you it was because his dog attacked us?" asked Ike, -indignantly. "We couldn't fight that dog."</p> - -<p>"Why didn't you shoot it? I hate the brute!"</p> - -<p>"So do I," murmured Sam, rubbing his leg reflectively. "I'll shoot it -the next time I get a chance."</p> - -<p>"Do, and I'll give you a dollar extra," spoke Uncle Ezra. "Oh, how -miserable I am! Is that coffee never coming?"</p> - -<p>"Be here directly," said Ike, grinning cheerfully at his crony, for they -were used to rough weather.</p> - -<p>And the <i>Princess</i> staggered on through the storm, trying to catch up to -the <i>Albatross</i>, while in his berth, a most forlorn figure, Mr. Larabee -tossed and moaned in anguish.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XVII</span> <span class="smaller">WIDDY HEARS A VOICE</span></h2> - -<p>Innis Beeby's confident words, that Tim Muldoon would be found did not -find echo in fulfilment. A systematic search of the whole interior of -the yacht was made without success.</p> - -<p>"He couldn't be hiding on deck—that is, maybe hurt, and have fallen -under something; could he?" asked Frank Bender.</p> - -<p>"We'll look," agreed Dick, as they fairly crept up the companionway, for -the rolling and pitching of the yacht made other progress impossible.</p> - -<p>It needed but a few glances around the wind-and-water-swept deck to show -that Tim was not there. Everything had been made snug, in preparation -for the storm, and there was no place where a youth might lie concealed.</p> - -<p>"I'm afraid he's gone," spoke Dick, solemnly. "But I'm not going to give -up. We'll put back, Captain Barton, and see if we can pick him up. When -he went overboard he might have grabbed something to cling to, and still -be floating. We'll put back."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p><p>"Put back!" exclaimed the commander. "It's hardly possible in the teeth -of this wind. The gale is increasing, and our only hope is to run before -it. We would barely move trying to make headway against it."</p> - -<p>"We're going to put back," insisted Dick, and the captain put the wheel -over, the <i>Albatross</i> swinging around in a big circle.</p> - -<p>Mr. Barton had not exaggerated the strength of the storm. If it had been -hard work scudding along before it, aided by the wind, while the screw -threshed the water to foam, it was exceedingly difficult to stem the -howling wind that whipped the big green waves into spume.</p> - -<p>But Dick's yacht was a gallant craft, and she staggered back over the -course she had just covered, making better work at it than many a larger -vessel would have done, for she was not so high in the water as to offer -much resistance to the wind.</p> - -<p>On either side of the rail, while a lookout was stationed in the bow, -the boys watched for a sight of Tim. They looked for a black speck amid -the foam of the waters, but saw none. When they had gone back far enough -to cover the point where the newsboy had been missed, Dick gave the -order to swing around again, and run before the storm. The yacht rode -more easily at once, and she was not boarded by so many smashing seas.</p> - -<p>Even then Dick would not give up, but he and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> the others peered forward -into the mist of rain with eager eyes, which, every now and then, were -blinded by the salt spray.</p> - -<p>They ate dinner in gloomy silence, occasionally some one making a remark -about Tim's good qualities, and his jolly disposition.</p> - -<p>"It makes me feel like turning back, and not making the trip," said -Dick, "to have bad luck like this at the very start."</p> - -<p>"It is too bad," agreed Beeby, "but maybe he'll be picked up by some -other vessel, and saved. If he went overboard he might have grabbed -something, and be floating. We could hardly see him in the rough water."</p> - -<p>"Let's look on deck and see if any life buoys are missing, or anything -else gone that he might have taken overboard with him," suggested Frank, -and another hasty search was made. But it only increased the uneasy -feeling, since none of the articles was missing, and gloom once more -settled down.</p> - -<p>The storm did not abate in violence all the rest of that day, and the -boys sought their bunks with the yacht rolling and tossing on a heaving -sea.</p> - -<p>It was midnight, when the watch was changing, that Dick, who could not -sleep, from thinking of Tim, heard voices in Captain Barton's room. One -he recognized as that of the commander, and the other was Widdy's.</p> - -<p>"I tell you I heard it, as plain as I'm hearin' you now," the old salt -was saying. "I couldn't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> be mistaken. It's in the after compartment, -near the shaft tunnel, an' some of the crew heard it, too. It's the -ghost of that mermaid, sir. She took the form of a lobsterman just to -fool us that time, but she slipped aboard later in the fog, an' now it -means death to some one aboard. I knowed we'd have no good luck from -meetin' that there mermaid. I heard her voice, I tell you, captain."</p> - -<p>Dick, who was partly dressed, slipped on his coat and trousers, and -staggered to the captain's cabin. There he saw Widdy, looking wild and -disheveled from his watch on deck, and plainly alarmed from some other -emotion than seeing the big green waves.</p> - -<p>"What is it?" asked the young millionaire. "I heard you saying something -about a mermaid, Widdy, and——"</p> - -<p>"Yes," answered the old sailor, with a bow. "That's right, Mr. Dick. It -was my watch on deck, an' I was just comin' below. One of the men from -the engine room come up to say there was a peculiar noise in the shaft -tunnel. I thought there might be somethin' wrong, so I called Mr. -Midwell, whose trick it was next, an' I turned the wheel over to him, -an' come below. Me and Jim Carter, the chief engineer, went into the -after compartment, sir, an' there we both heard it."</p> - -<p>"Heard what?" asked Captain Barton.</p> - -<p>"The mermaid groanin', sir. That was her,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> disguised as a lobsterman, -an' she slipped aboard to bring death an' destruction. That's why that -poor lad fell overboard. It'll be some of our turns next."</p> - -<p>"Nonsense!" cried Dick. "What you heard was probably the creaking and -squeaking of the ship's timbers and machinery in the storm."</p> - -<p>"Do ship's timbers groan like a man dyin', sir, an' call for help, sir?" -inquired Widdy, solemnly. "Answer me that! Do the machinery cry for -help? Answer me that!"</p> - -<p>"Did you hear some one calling for help?" asked Dick, quickly.</p> - -<p>"I did, sir."</p> - -<p>"Wasn't it some one on deck, or didn't you imagine it?" inquired Captain -Barton.</p> - -<p>"I did not, sir," replied the old sailor, doggedly. "It was in the after -compartment, sir."</p> - -<p>"And what sort of a voice was it?" asked Dick, "and what did it say?"</p> - -<p>"It was a voice, sir, like some one in pain, and it called 'Help! Help! -Help!' three times, just like that."</p> - -<p>"Well, why didn't you look further, see who it was, and help 'em?" -demanded the captain. "Maybe it was one of the crew, who had fallen and -broken his leg. Why didn't you look further?"</p> - -<p>"Because, sir," answered Widdy, "it ain't healthy to help mermaids, an' -Jim Carter an' me ran out as soon as we heard her voice. It was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> the -mermaid, sure, an' all on this ship are doomed, Davy Jones has rooms all -ready for us in his locker."</p> - -<p>"Don't be an idiot!" cried Captain Barton, sharply. "There are no such -things as mermaids."</p> - -<p>"That lobsterman was one," insisted Widdy. "He vanished into fog as soon -as he got out of sight, an' turned into a mermaid, an' come aboard. -She's here now."</p> - -<p>"I suppose the lobsters he left us were mermaid lobsters, too," -suggested the commander, trying to make the old sailor see how foolish -was his superstition.</p> - -<p>"I don't know nothin' about that, but there's a mermaid below, in the -after compartment, near the shaft tunnel, sir, an' I know it!" insisted -the old salt, shaking his head.</p> - -<p>Dick Hamilton gave a sudden cry.</p> - -<p>"Captain Barton, I believe I know what that is!" he exclaimed. "Come -on," and he made his way toward the stern of the yacht, while the -commander, wondering what was going to happen, followed.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XVIII</span> <span class="smaller">THE PRINCESS PASSES</span></h2> - -<p>His excitement increasing at every step, Dick hurried to where Widdy had -said the mysterious sounds came from. As the young millionaire and the -captain entered the compartment they heard distinct groans, and a weak -voice cried:</p> - -<p>"Help me out! Help me out!"</p> - -<p>"It's him!" cried Dick. "Get a lantern and help him out!"</p> - -<p>"Help who out?" demanded Captain Barton.</p> - -<p>"Tim Muldoon!" shouted Dick. "He's in there—in the shaft tunnel—hurt, -most likely—that's where he's been all this while! Hurry and get him -out! Show a light!"</p> - -<p>Widdy, whose courage had returned with the presence of Dick and the -captain, passed forward a lantern he had. Dick crawled into a dark -passage, which was partly occupied by the long propeller shaft of the -yacht. A moment later he uttered a cry.</p> - -<p>"Tim! Tim! We're going to get you out! We thought you were drowned! Come -and help me, captain! Tim's hurt!"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p><p>"Oh, I'm so glad you came," spoke the newsboy, faintly. "I—I thought -no one would ever come. I—I crawled in here——" and then his voice -went off into a weak whisper.</p> - -<p>"He's fainted!" cried the young millionaire.</p> - -<p>They soon had Tim out of his uncomfortable prison, and in his berth, -where he quickly revived under the care of Captain Barton, who was a -sort of doctor and surgeon combined, as indeed every seaman of ability -is usually.</p> - -<p>Tim's eyes slowly opened, and the color came back into his pale cheeks. -They had taken off his heavy oilskins, which he wore when found in the -after compartment. He looked around on the kind faces of Dick and his -chums, who were crowded about the stateroom door.</p> - -<p>"I'm still here—am I?" asked Tim, faintly.</p> - -<p>"Yes, and we're glad to see you," spoke Dick. "We thought sure you had -gone to pay Davy Jones a visit, as Widdy would say. But whatever in the -world possessed you to do it, Tim? Were you in there all the while?"</p> - -<p>"I guess so," answered the newsboy, while a spasm of pain shot over his -face, as a lurch of the ship wrenched him in his berth. "Something's the -matter with my ankle," he went on.</p> - -<p>"Bad sprain," said Captain Barton, briefly. "That, and the knock you got -on the head, made you insensible. You had a bad time of it. There's a -lump on your head as big as a coil of rope."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p><p>"How did you come to go in there?" inquired Dick.</p> - -<p>"Just to see what was there," replied Tim, with a faint smile. "I heard -the engineer talking about the shaft tunnel, and the thrust block, and -the propeller, and I wanted to see what they looked like. So I crawled -in——"</p> - -<p>"You couldn't see the propeller from inside the yacht," broke in Paul. -"The screw is outside."</p> - -<p>"I know that, now," went on Tim. "But I wanted to see what <i>was</i> in -there. There wasn't anything else to do, and as the storm kept us all -below decks, I thought I'd do a little exploring. I put on my oilskins, -to keep my clothes clean, and crawled in the back part of the yacht. I -found the shaft, and saw it going around, and then I must have slipped -on some oil, or something, and fallen. Anyhow, it all got black, and I -didn't know anything for a long time. Then I woke up, and felt a -terrible pain in my leg and head. I tried to move, and crawl out, but I -couldn't. I called, but no one answered."</p> - -<p>"The noise of the storm was too loud," suggested Henry.</p> - -<p>"Maybe," assented Tim. "Then I must have fainted again, and, when I got -conscious once more, I yelled louder. Then I heard some one running -away——"</p> - -<p>"That was me," confessed Widdy. "I thought you was a mermaid."</p> - -<p>"I wish I had been one," replied Tim, with a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> rueful smile. "Then I'd -have known better than to crawl in where I did. But I kept on calling, -though I was getting weaker, and then——"</p> - -<p>"Then we came," finished Dick. "Now, don't think any more about it. -We'll doctor you and feed you up, and—well, don't go in there again."</p> - -<p>"Don't worry—I won't," promised Tim, and then he took some quieting -medicine which the captain mixed for him.</p> - -<p>They left him to sleep off the effects of his ordeal, and the boys -gathered in the main cabin, for a sort of impromptu thanksgiving -meeting. The atmosphere of gloom had been dispelled, and they were all -happy again, for the thought of one of the members of the yachting party -being drowned would have spoiled the whole outing.</p> - -<p>Tim was much better the next day, and the storm had blown itself out, so -that he could limp up on deck. There the bracing air brought back the -color to his cheeks, and he was soon himself again. The swelling in his -ankle went down, and he was able to get about nicely on a crutch made by -Widdy.</p> - -<p>"We've got two cripples aboard now," said the old salt, with a grin. -"Between us both, we'll make an able seaman, though."</p> - -<p>Meanwhile the yacht was slipping through the water at a good rate of -speed, lessening the knots between her and the island of Cuba. The boys -found so much that was new and interesting to occupy them, that time -passed all too quickly.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p><p>"Do you think you'll spend much time in Cuba?" asked Innis Beeby of -Dick one afternoon, as they sat on deck.</p> - -<p>"Well, I want to make a good attempt to find mother's relatives, and it -may not be an easy task. Why do you ask?"</p> - -<p>"Well, I've got a new camera, and I want to get some good views—that's -all."</p> - -<p>"Oh, I fancy you'll have all the chance you want. But if you've got a -camera, why didn't you say so before? You can take some pictures here on -board. I meant to bring one, but I forgot it. Bring out yours and snap -some of us."</p> - -<p>Which the fat cadet did, posing Dick and his chums in all sorts of -attitudes, more or less nautical. The crew, too, came in for their share -of pictures, and they were snapped collectively and individually, doing -all sorts of things, from clambering up the shrouds to swabbing down the -decks. Then Captain Barton had to pose as he was taking a noon -observation, while Dick was taken in so many different styles that -finally he rebelled, when he was requested by Beeby to don a ragged -suit, and stand in the bows, with his hand shading his eyes, to -represent a shipwrecked mariner looking anxiously for a sail.</p> - -<p>But it was jolly fun, making snapshots, and even Grit and Gritty had to -pose, while Hans, the cook was so delighted with the result of his -snapshot, that he would have stood on his head for Beeby. For the cadet -developed and finished the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> pictures on board, improvising a dark room -from a closet.</p> - -<p>Down the coast went the yacht, past St. Augustine, Jupiter Inlet and -other places on the Florida coast, and it seemed as if the cruise would -be run off without serious incident, for they were nearing Cuba. But, -one day, when in sight of the Bemini Keys, a group of little islands -about sixty miles off Miami, Jim Carter, the chief engineer, hurried on -deck to report to Dick and Captain Barton a break in the machinery.</p> - -<p>"Is it serious?" asked the young millionaire, fearing for his fine -yacht.</p> - -<p>"No, only it will mean a delay of a day or so. My men can repair it."</p> - -<p>"And will we have to lie-to all that while?" Dick wanted to know.</p> - -<p>"We can use the sails, though we'll not make much speed," put in the -commander.</p> - -<p>"Oh, well, time is no object," remarked Dick, with an air of relief, and -then, to the no small delight of the boys, the steamer became a sailing -yacht, and they learned many new points in seamanship.</p> - -<p>But, as the captain had said, they did not make very good time, for the -sail area was small for a boat the size of the <i>Albatross</i>, and at times -they barely had steerageway, for the winds were light and baffling.</p> - -<p>It was on the second day of the machinery being out of commission (for -the engineers had not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> been able to repair it as speedily as they had -hoped to) that, as Dick and his chums were reclining in deck chairs, the -lookout exclaimed:</p> - -<p>"Sail ho!"</p> - -<p>"Where away?" demanded Dick, with a seaman's instinct.</p> - -<p>"Astern, sir, and she's overhauling us fast. She's a small steamer."</p> - -<p>They all looked to where a volume of black smoke indicated the presence -of another vessel. The smoke became more pronounced, and, in a little -while, the hull of a steamer was visible. The boys watched her through -glasses. She seemed to be sailing the same course as was the -<i>Albatross</i>, and was likely to pass close by. But, as she neared the -sailing yacht, the steamer suddenly changed her course, and sheered off. -She was, however, close enough to enable the boys to read her name -without the aid of the glass.</p> - -<p>"<i>Princess!</i>" exclaimed Paul Drew. "Why, Dick, isn't that the vessel on -which they attacked you?"</p> - -<p>Dick did not answer for a minute. He had snatched up the binoculars and -was pointing them at the passing vessel.</p> - -<p>"It might be the same one," he murmured, "yet the name is common enough. -I guess——" He stopped suddenly. The glasses came down from his eyes, -and he stared at the <i>Princess</i>. Then he cried out:</p> - -<p>"By Jinks, fellows! It doesn't seem possible!"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p><p>"What's the matter?" asked Beeby. "See your best girl aboard her, -Dicky, my lad?"</p> - -<p>"No," answered the young millionaire, "but if I didn't know that he was -afraid of the water, I'd say that my Uncle Ezra was aboard that vessel," -and once more Dick took a long observation through the glasses.</p> - -<p>"Your Uncle Ezra?" repeated Paul.</p> - -<p>"Yes," went on Dick. "See that man standing near the rail? The man with -the little bunch of white whiskers on his chin?"</p> - -<p>"I see him," assented Paul, who had taken the binoculars from his chum.</p> - -<p>"Well, he's the very image of my respected relative, only, of course, it -can't be him."</p> - -<p>At that moment the man at the rail seemed aware that he was under -observation. He quickly disappeared from view, and the <i>Princess</i> passed -on.</p> - -<p>"I wonder if that could have been Uncle Ezra?" murmured Dick. "But, of -course, it couldn't be. What would he be doing away off here?"</p> - -<p>If Dick had only known!</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XIX</span> <span class="smaller">AT HAVANA</span></h2> - -<p>The machinery of the <i>Albatross</i> was repaired by the next day, and then -the welcome throb and tremor of the screw replaced the stillness and -quietness of the sails. But the boys welcomed the change, for, though it -was ideal to slip through the summer sea like some great fish, without -noise, they had become used to the swifter motion, and liked it.</p> - -<p>"Well, we'll soon be at Havana," remarked Captain Barton, one fine -moonlight night, when it was too lovely to go to one's stateroom. "Have -you any special orders, Captain Hamilton?"</p> - -<p>"None, except that we'll stay there until I can make some inquiries of -Don Ferdinand Hondora, the lawyer, regarding my mother's relatives."</p> - -<p>"And what after that?"</p> - -<p>"I don't know, exactly. It will depend on what the lawyer says. We may -cruise about, go to another part of Cuba, or go off camping on some of -the keys. We'll decide when we get to Havana. I may have to take these -Cubans back to New York."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p><p>The completion of the first part of the voyage was made in good time, -and one morning, as the boys came up on deck Captain Barton, pointing to -a line of haze on the horizon, said:</p> - -<p>"There lies Cuba!"</p> - -<p>"Good!" exclaimed Dick. "Now, we'll see what happens."</p> - -<p>They at once got ready for a landing, though it would not be for some -hours yet. Every one on the yacht, though the voyage had been most -pleasant, was glad of the prospective change. Hans, the cook, got up a -specially fine dinner in honor of the occasion.</p> - -<p>"Haven't you anything for Grit and the puppy, Hans?" asked Dick, as he -passed the galley. "They're both hungry."</p> - -<p>"Sure, I feeds 'em," answered the German, who was cutting up some meat -from pieces brought from the refrigerator, for the <i>Albatross</i> was -fitted up with an artificial ice-making machine. "I gifs dem some nice -bieces of meat," went on Hans.</p> - -<p>A few minutes after this the young millionaire was startled to hear -snarls, growls and barks coming from the direction of the galley, while, -mingled with the noise made by the dogs was the voice of the cook -crying:</p> - -<p>"Don't! Stop I dells you, Grit! Behafe yourself alretty now! I did not -mean to onsuld you. I—I—Oh, Herr Hamilton! Come quick alretty yet! -Your bulldog will devour me! Oh! Ouch!"</p> - -<p>A moment later a very much frightened <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>German cook burst out on the -deck. He was carrying a plate of meat-scraps, and behind him, growling -and snarling, came Grit, his legs working in and out like the pistons of -a steam engine. But, as the animal's legs were short, and as the cook -had long ones, the race might not prove so unequal.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter?" cried Dick. "Stand still, Hans! Grit won't hurt -you!"</p> - -<p>"He vunt; hey?" cried the German. "Vell, I ain't goin' to take no -chances—no, sir, Herr Hamilton! I runs; dot's vot I do! Stop chasin' -me!" the cook cried, turning to glance at Grit. But this nearly proved -disastrous for him, as he stumbled over a rope, and only recovered -himself as Grit almost reached him.</p> - -<p>"What does he want?" shouted Dick. "Here, Grit! Stop it! Come here! What -does he want, Hans?"</p> - -<p>"He vants me, but, py Jimminity, he don't got me, not if I knows it -alretty yet!" responded the German. "I fools him!" and with that the -cook, dropping his plate of meat, sprang up into the shrouds of the -aftermast.</p> - -<p>At once Grit lost interest in the chase, and stopped to eat the scraps -of meat, while Hans looked down at him from his perch of safety.</p> - -<p>"There, you see," said Dick, laughing. "The meat was all he wanted. Grit -was hungry."</p> - -<p>"Ha! I knows pretty vell alretty dot he vos<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> hungry," admitted Hans. -"But I t'ought he vos hungry after me; so!"</p> - -<p>"He was hungry after you," cried Paul Drew, who had witnessed the chase, -and he doubled up with laughter.</p> - -<p>"You can come down now," suggested Dick. "Grit won't hurt you."</p> - -<p>"Vait until he has all dot meat eaten up, den I comes down," replied -Hans. "He vunt be hungry so much alretty," and he would not descend -until Grit, licking his chops, had gone to lie down in the sun.</p> - -<p>"How did it happen?" asked the young millionaire. "I never knew Grit to -chase any of his friends."</p> - -<p>"I ain't no friend to him—not no more—no, sir," declared Hans, firmly. -"I vos goin' to feed der dogs, as you tolt me, Herr Hamilton, und I got -der meat, und I gif der little dog some first, und den your big dog, he -growled avay down in his throat, und he took after me, un—vell—I runs, -mit der meat—dot's all; see?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, I see," spoke Dick. "Grit was jealous because you fed the puppy -before you fed him. Grit is used to eating at the first table. He didn't -mean any harm."</p> - -<p>"Dot's all right, only me an' him ain't friends no more, dot's all," -said Hans, with an injured air, as he descended to the deck. "I vos -goin' to gif him—<i>Ach Himmel!</i> Der soup is burnin'! I schmell her!" -and, with a cry of anguish, he ran<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> toward the galley, where he was soon -rattling away amid his pots and pans.</p> - -<p>If the soup was burned no one noticed it at the excellent dinner which -the cook served later. He seemed to have gotten all over his fright, and -he even spoke kindly to Grit, who appeared to have forgotten his -temporary lack of manners.</p> - -<p>The <i>Albatross</i> docked late that afternoon, and, with expressions of -delight and wonder at the sight of what, to them, was practically a -foreign city, Dick and his chums went ashore. They were soon in the -midst of as much bustle and excitement as the slow-moving natures of the -residents of Havana permit.</p> - -<p>"By Jove! This is great, old man!" exclaimed Beeby, as he waddled up the -pier, with a smile on his fat, good-natured face. "I've never been in -Cuba. There'll be lots of new sights, and I can get some stunning -pictures. There's an old man asleep on that bale who will make a good -subject," and the stout cadet proceeded to snap the "subject." But, just -as he was ready, some one called to the sleeping man. He awoke with a -start, gave one look at Beeby and the camera, and, with a Spanish -expletive, rolled off the bale, and ran away as fast as his legs would -take him.</p> - -<p>"Hum! I wasn't going to shoot you!" exclaimed the fat lad in disgust. -"Now, I've wasted a film," for he had pressed the button just as the man -moved.</p> - -<p>The American youths were surrounded by a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> crowd of natives, who talked -rapidly, in "more or less United States" as Dick said. The young -millionaire observed Tim looking wonderingly about.</p> - -<p>"Miss anything, Tim?" he asked.</p> - -<p>"Yes, I don't hear anybody hollerin' 'Extree—Extree!' down here," -replied the newsboy, to whom the excitement of an edition, hot from the -presses, was lacking.</p> - -<p>"No, I fancy extras are few and far between down here," agreed Dick. -"But, fellows, I want to go to see that lawyer, so as to know what plans -to make. So, if you'll step in here, and have some chocolate on me, I'll -leave you for a while, and come back," and the wealthy lad led his -companions to a restaurant built partly on the street, with tables in -the open air, where soon they were being served, while Mr. Hamilton's -son asked his way to the office of the attorney, of whom he wished to -make some inquiries regarding the missing Valdez family.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XX</span> <span class="smaller">OFF TO SANTIAGO</span></h2> - -<p>"Ah, Senor Hamilton, I will be most happy to do all in my power for -you," remarked Don Ferdinand Hondora, the Spanish lawyer, when he had -read slowly through the letter of introduction from the law firm of -Blake & Carrington, which epistle Dick handed him. "Most happy to oblige -you. You do me an honor to call on me thus, and to-morrow—or -<i>manana</i>—as we Spaniards say—<i>manana</i>, I shall be most happy to set on -foot an inquiry to locate the Valdez family."</p> - -<p>"Can't you do anything to-day?" asked Dick, who was used to business -being attended to promptly.</p> - -<p>"To-day, my dear Senor Hamilton? To-day?" and the lawyer looked -surprised. "Why, already I am in my office later than I ever stay. It is -unusual that I am here to this hour. It just happened so by accident. -No, nothing can be done to-day. Perhaps to-morrow—or the next day——"</p> - -<p>"Why not to-day?" asked Dick, bluntly. "I am willing to pay——"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p><p>"It is not a question of money, dear Senor Hamilton," and Don Ferdinand -Hondora shrugged his expressive shoulders, elevated his eyebrows, and -made deprecatory gestures with his fat hands; "money does not figure. -But now it is the hour for the band to play in the plaza, and I like to -listen to it as I sit and sip my chocolate. Business is over long ago -for Havana. I shall be most happy to have you join me at the plaza. My -carriage will be here shortly."</p> - -<p>"Thank you, but I have left my friends, and I must return to them," -answered the youthful millionaire. "But I will be here early in the -morning, and——"</p> - -<p>"Not—er—not too early, if I may venture to suggest such a thing, my -dear Senor Hamilton," spoke the lawyer, gently. "I seldom breakfast -before ten, and at eleven o'clock I shall be most happy to receive you."</p> - -<p>"Very well, eleven o'clock then," conceded Dick. "And then we can take -the rest of the morning, and the whole afternoon, to looking into this -matter."</p> - -<p>"Pardon me, senor, but did I hear you aright—the <i>whole</i> afternoon, did -you say?" and Don Ferdinand Hondora looked pained.</p> - -<p>"Yes—why not?"</p> - -<p>"Ah, but Senor Hamilton forgets that there is the noon siesta to be -taken into consideration. One must have the siesta or—well, business is -never done during the siesta or sleep hour," and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> once more the Spanish -lawyer shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows, and threw his hands -out in front of him as if he had no further use for them.</p> - -<p>"Well," remarked Dick, with a sigh, "when you're in Rome, you have to do -as the Romans do, I suppose."</p> - -<p>"That's it, Senor Hamilton!" cried the attorney, with a relieved laugh. -"And when one is in Havana, he goes to hear the band, he sips his -chocolate, and he takes his siesta at the usual hour. To break the -customs is to—well, it is never done," and once more he went through -his little performance, which seemed to save him considerable in the way -of talk.</p> - -<p>"Then I'll meet you here at eleven o'clock," added the youth, as he -turned to go. "I'll leave these papers, which my father gave me, with -you, and, if you should happen to hear any news this afternoon, or -evening, you might send word down to my yacht—the <i>Albatross</i>. We're -going to stay on board to-night, and put up at a hotel to-morrow. So, if -you have any word——"</p> - -<p>"Pardon me, Senor Hamilton, it is not likely that I shall have any word -of the missing family, who are distant relatives of your late respected -mother, to-night—hardly possible. All business is over in Havana long -ago. Now, I go to hear the band, and to drink my chocolate, and I would -only be too happy to have your pleasurable company."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p><p>"No, thank you, I must get back," answered Dick, and, having witnessed -Don Ferdinand Hondora give once more his shadow-pictures with his -shoulders, eyebrows and fingers, Dick parted from him, after an -elaborate series of bows and handshakes.</p> - -<p>"This life is too slow for me," remarked our hero, as he got outside, -and made his way back to where he had left his chums. "Business from -eleven to twelve, and from three to four, I presume. Two hours a day! -Whew! If dad was down here he'd turn things upside down, and as for -Uncle Ezra, he'd have a conniption fit! A <i>siesta</i>! Good land! I'm -beginning to feel sleepy myself!"</p> - -<p>The youth walked rapidly along, thereby attracting much attention, for -his pace was entirely different from that of the slow-moving and -leisure-loving Cubans and Spaniards.</p> - -<p>Dick found his chums waiting for him, and they had had their fill of the -very excellent chocolate served to them. The young millionaire explained -his visit to the lawyer, and amused them with his account of the -easy-going methods in vogue.</p> - -<p>"Think of a lawyer closing up his office to go to hear the band play!" -exclaimed Dick.</p> - -<p>"It sure is odd," agreed Beeby. "If it was a ball game now, it wouldn't -be so bad."</p> - -<p>"But there's nothing to hinder us from going to hear the band; is -there?" asked Paul Drew.</p> - -<p>"Especially as we're very likely to see some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> pretty girls," added Frank -Bender. "I say let's go."</p> - -<p>"All right," agreed Dick, always ready to fall in with the wishes of his -guests. "I'll call a couple of carriages. It seems that no one who can -afford to ride walks in Havana."</p> - -<p>Accordingly, in easy-moving, open carriages, drawn by rather -sorry-looking specimens of horses, the lads were soon rolling down to -the open plaza, where a marine band was already making music. The boys -thoroughly enjoyed the varied strains, and they were equally interested -in the scenes all around them. The day was fine, and a large throng was -out, many Cubans and Spaniards, and not a few Americans strolling about, -while more were in open carriages. Frank's remark about the pretty girls -was not a bit exaggerated. There were hundreds of them, dark, -languishing Spanish beauties, some of whom favored our friends with -quick glances from their snapping, black eyes.</p> - -<p>The boys dined in a Havana restaurant that evening, where they saw more -to interest them, while the highly spiced food was a source of some -conjecture to them.</p> - -<p>"Guess I'll have to have some more water, Dick," spoke Tim Muldoon, -after he had emptied several glasses.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter; too much salt in something?" asked Frank. "I noticed -it myself."</p> - -<p>"No, it's too much pepper," replied the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>newsboy. "Gee-horse! But I -struck a mouthful of the red kind that kicks, just then!" and he drained -his glass, which a waiter filled, the man laughing silently the while.</p> - -<p>"I guess we'll have to get used to it," remarked Dick. "I should think, -though, that, eating so much red pepper as these folks do, that they'd -have a little more motion to them. 'To-morrow' seems to answer for -everything. I couldn't stand it for very long at a stretch."</p> - -<p>They spent that night on the yacht, after an evening in the plaza, where -the band continued to play. The next day, at eleven o'clock, Dick again -visited Don Ferdinand Hondora, who leisurely began to examine the -documents regarding the Valdez family.</p> - -<p>"It will be a difficult piece of work," he remarked finally, "but I -think I can promise you a report in a month, Senor Hamilton."</p> - -<p>"A month! I've got to have it inside of a week!" cried Dick, and, after -much argument, and lifting of his eyebrows, shrugging of his shoulders -and throwing out of his hands, remarking the while that such a -thing—such haste—was never heard of in Havana, the lawyer agreed to do -his best.</p> - -<p>It was two weeks later before he made his final report, with Dick -importuning him every day, for, after the yacht had been tied up at -Havana seven days, our hero and his chums found they had exhausted the -possibility of amusement in that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> Cuban city. True, they made excursions -inland, and enjoyed the slow-going, easy life, but Dick wanted action, -and his plan of going to some lonely island, and camping out, seemed to -strike his friends as just right.</p> - -<p>So it was with no little satisfaction that the young millionaire was -informed one day, by Don Ferdinand Hondora, that the case was closed, as -far as he was concerned.</p> - -<p>"I have made diligent inquiry, Senor Hamilton," spoke the Spanish -advocate, "and your Valdez family is not in this vicinity. They did live -here, but they left about the time this island was acquired by the -United States. There was much confusion of records at that time, and the -best I can learn is that the family now consists of father and son, the -Senors Miguel and Raphael Valdez."</p> - -<p>"But where are they now?" asked Dick, impatiently.</p> - -<p>"Ah, now we are coming to it," spoke the Spaniard, with his usual course -of motions. Dick thought he might have "come to it" some time ago. "I -learn," the lawyer went on, "that they were last heard of in Santiago de -Cuba. If Senor Hamilton is pleased to go there next week, or the week -after——"</p> - -<p>"Next week?" cried Dick. "I'll start to-night!"</p> - -<p>"Ah, such haste!" murmured the Spaniard, as he looked at his watch. -"Very well. It is now the hour for the band to play, and for me to sip -my chocolate, but if you will come in to-morrow I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> will be pleased to -give you a letter to a lawyer friend of mine in Santiago. Come -to-morrow——"</p> - -<p>"Can't you give me the letter now?" interrupted Dick.</p> - -<p>"Ah, Senor Hamilton, such haste! Already the band is playing, and I——"</p> - -<p>"If I can't get the letter now, I'll have to leave without it, Senor -Hondora. I'm in a hurry!"</p> - -<p>"Ah, Santa Maria!" The lawyer's head nearly disappeared amid his -shoulders, so high did he lift them, and his eyebrows were a -half-circle, but he sat down, and slowly wrote out a letter by hand, -giving it to Dick.</p> - -<p>"Don't you use a typewriter?" asked the young millionaire.</p> - -<p>"A typewriter? The saints forbid! It is too rapid—too—er—what you -Americans call swift," explained the attorney, with a smile. "There is -no need of such haste," and pocketing the generous fee which Dick paid, -the lawyer bowed our hero out, with a look of relief on his face.</p> - -<p>Five minutes later Don Ferdinand Hondora was in his carriage, riding -slowly on his way to the plaza, to hear the band play, while Dick was -hurrying toward his yacht.</p> - -<p>"Well, the first part of my search ended in failure," he said. "Now to -try Santiago."</p> - -<p>That night the <i>Albatross</i> put to sea, on her cruise to the other side of Cuba.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXI</span> <span class="smaller">THE KIDNAPPERS</span></h2> - -<p>Dick and his chums spent the better part of a week making the voyage -around to the chief city near the southeastern end of Cuba. The weather -was fine, and there were many novel sights to attract their attention. -They passed several other vessels, and with some Dick and Paul exchanged -wireless greetings. Dick sent several messages home, as did also his -chums, and there were some aerograms in reply. Mr. Hamilton communicated -with his son, and commended his plan of making a further effort to -locate Mrs. Hamilton's relatives.</p> - -<p>"But if you don't find them in Santiago, what will you do?" asked Beeby, -when the boys and their host had talked over their plans.</p> - -<p>"Go off on a little trip, come back, and try the next likely place," -answered the young millionaire, grimly. "I'm going to find them."</p> - -<p>As the <i>Albatross</i> swung into Santiago Bay, past the lighthouse at the -entrance of the harbor, those on board of the trim yacht would have been -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span>interested if they had known how closely they were observed from the -deck of another vessel, hidden from view around the point. And the name -painted on the bows of the hidden craft was <i>Princess</i>, though stress of -weather had almost obliterated it.</p> - -<p>Narrowly did an old man on the deck of the <i>Princess</i> watch Dick's yacht -glide up the harbor. He was a man with a little bunch of white whiskers -on his chin, and they moved up and down when he talked.</p> - -<p>"Well," he remarked slowly, as he laid aside a glass through which he -had been peering, "them fellers in Havana told us true. My nephew did -sail for Santiago, and here he is."</p> - -<p>"And I said we'd beat him here," remarked a man standing on deck.</p> - -<p>"So you did, Sam Newton, so you did," assented Ezra Larabee, "an', -because we got here first, I'll pay you the ten dollars extra, as I -promised."</p> - -<p>"When?" demanded Ike Murdock.</p> - -<p>"Jest as soon as——"</p> - -<p>"As soon as the kidnappin' is done?" asked Simon Scardale.</p> - -<p>"Hush! Don't use that word!" exclaimed Mr. Larabee. "Ain't I told you -this ain't a regular kidnappin'; not in the eyes of the law. It's for my -nephew's good."</p> - -<p>"Well, we'll soon have him, if things go right," muttered Ike. "Now, -what's the program, Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> Larabee? Shall we follow that yacht up the bay -or stay back? We've laid here long enough."</p> - -<p>"I should say we had," admitted the crabbed old man, with a look of -anguish, as his hand felt of a wallet in his coat. "And expenses going -on something frightful all the while. Never mind, I'll take it out of my -Nephew Richard's money, that's what I'll do. I hoped we could catch him -in Havana. Why didn't you?" and the old man looked reproachfully at -those whom he had hired to do the risky work.</p> - -<p>"Didn't have no chance," murmured Guy Fletcher. "But we'll get him now."</p> - -<p>"I hope so, and end this terrible expense I'm under," went on Mr. -Larabee. "Better start the ship, Ike. No use burning coal, and standing -still."</p> - -<p>With ill-concealed contempt for their employer, the two men went to give -the necessary orders, and soon the <i>Princess</i> was following Dick's yacht -up the harbor. There were so many vessels moving to and fro that there -was little danger of detection.</p> - -<p>All unconscious of the nearness of his uncle, and the unscrupulous men -and youths whom Mr. Larabee had engaged, Dick and his chums went ashore -as soon as the <i>Albatross</i> was docked.</p> - -<p>"Well, it certainly feels good to be on dry land again," remarked Beeby, -as he got his camera ready for some snapshots. "I hope I get some good -pictures."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p><p>"And I hope I find those people I'm searching for," said Dick. "Say, if -you fellows will amuse yourselves a bit, I'll look up this other -lawyer," he went on. "I guess it will take him about a week to get -started, and the sooner I begin the quicker I'll be through."</p> - -<p>"I guess we'll have some cocoanut milk for a change," suggested Paul -Drew, when Dick had ridden away in a dilapidated carriage, toward the -lawyer's office, and the cadet led the others into a place where a -specialty was made of cocoanut milk, drawn directly from the fruit, the -top of which the clerk sliced off with a big knife, not unlike a -<i>machete</i> in shape.</p> - -<p>"Fine!" gurgled Henry Darby, as the delicious beverage trickled down his -throat.</p> - -<p>"Dandy!" was the opinion of the others.</p> - -<p>They strolled about the city, and after an hour of sightseeing, Beeby -proposed that they go down to the dock, where Dick had agreed to meet -them on his return from the lawyer's office.</p> - -<p>As the lads approached the pier, Henry, who was in the lead, called out:</p> - -<p>"Why, there's Dick now, waiting for us."</p> - -<p>The others looked, and saw a lad of exactly Dick's build and height -gazing at them. And, what is more, his features bore a strong -resemblance to those of the young millionaire. But a glance at his -clothes showed that they were not such as were worn by our hero.</p> - -<p>"That isn't Dick," said Beeby.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p><p>"That's so, but it looked an awful sight like him," agreed the young -iron merchant, with a laugh. "I beg your pardon," he added, for the -youth had seen the attention paid to him.</p> - -<p>"Granted, senor," was the reply, and the boys started, for his voice had -tones in it resembling Dick's. A nearer view made his features seem even -more like those of the young millionaire, but he was darker in -complexion. Still, had he worn better clothes, and had he and Dick stood -side by side, more than a casual glance would have been needed to -distinguish the difference between them, for Dick was almost as dark as -a Spaniard or Cuban.</p> - -<p>"Dick's double," as the chums dubbed him, moved away, and, soon -afterward, our hero appeared. He was amused at the account of some one -who looked like him, and said he hoped the unknown would not run up any -accounts in the name of Hamilton.</p> - -<p>"Well, how did you make out with the lawyer?" asked Paul.</p> - -<p>"About the same as with Don Ferdinand Hondora. He says it will take two -weeks to make inquiries, and when I tried to cut him down to one he -nearly fainted on my hands. But, come on, let's go aboard, and report to -Captain Barton."</p> - -<p>Dick and his friends spent that evening wandering about the city. They -had engaged some carriages to drive them to various points of interest, -but, at the last moment, Dick changed the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> program, and proposed a visit -to the opera house, where a musical comedy was being presented. The boys -thoroughly enjoyed the play, and, as they came out with the crowd of -pleasure-seekers, they were aware that something unusual was taking -place in the street.</p> - -<p>There were a number of police officers and soldiers hurrying to and fro, -and many commands in excited Spanish were being given, while, in the -distance, shots were heard.</p> - -<p>"What's it all about? Is there a fire?" asked Henry.</p> - -<p>"Maybe it's an extra edition out," suggested Tim Muldoon, hopefully.</p> - -<p>"No, somebody walked along in a hurry, and the people can't get over -it," declared Beeby.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter?" asked Dick of one of the drivers of the carriages -he had hired for himself and his chums.</p> - -<p>"Kidnapping!" exclaimed the man, who spoke fairly good English.</p> - -<p>"Kidnapping!" repeated Dick. "Who was taken?"</p> - -<p>"I don't know. Some young fellow, I heard the police say. It seems that -some men off a yacht came ashore, and followed him. He ran, and tried to -get away, but they took after him, and, just as he got in front of this -theatre, they grabbed him, put him in a carriage and drove off. The -police rushed up, but——"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p><p>"They were too slow," finished Paul, with a laugh.</p> - -<p>"But why did they kidnap him?" persisted Dick.</p> - -<p>"I do not know. For ransom, perhaps. It is sometimes done. He was a -young fellow, and, maybe wealthy, though his dress did not show it. But -will the senors be pleased to ride farther with me?"</p> - -<p>"Guess we might as well," assented Dick. "A kidnapping, eh? I'd like to -hear more about it, and know who the fellow was."</p> - -<p>"It will be in the gazette to-morrow—or the next day," said the driver, -calmly.</p> - -<p>"Yes—always <i>manana</i>," murmured Dick.</p> - -<p>"If it was in New York, there'd be an extra out about it by this time," -declared Tim, in disgust. "This is a great country—not!"</p> - -<p>And Dick and his chums drove back to the yacht, little dreaming what an -effect on all of them the kidnapping was to have, and that very soon.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXII</span> <span class="smaller">THE WRONG CAPTIVE</span></h2> - -<p>While the police and soldiers of Santiago were hurrying about like mad, -trying to find some trace of the kidnappers who had acted so boldly, -there might have been seen, driving rapidly down a dark and unfrequented -street toward the water-front, a closed carriage. The man on the seat -was urging his steeds to faster speed in response to calls from -occupants of the coach, which, as the vehicle passed under a dim lamp, -could be seen to contain two men and a boy.</p> - -<p>"Well, we got away with him all right, Ike," spoke the taller of the two -men, as he looked at the youth sitting between them.</p> - -<p>"Yes, and he didn't make near as much fuss as I expected. From what -happened when we tried it last time, I thought sure he'd put up a stiff -fight. And where was his dog, I wonder, Sam?"</p> - -<p>"That's right, I didn't see the brute anywhere on shore. But I'm glad of -it. Once to feel his teeth is enough. Hurry up there, driver, whatever -your name is, or they'll be after us. Old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> man Larabee will be glad -enough to see us, and get started out to sea again, so keep moving."</p> - -<p>"<i>Si</i>, senor," answered the driver, and he lashed the horses, though the -animals seemed to be doing their best.</p> - -<p>"It <i>is</i> sort of curious he didn't make more of a fuss," remarked Ike, -glancing at the youth huddled up between him and his confederate.</p> - -<p>"Maybe he's waiting until he gets a good chance to spring out," -suggested Sam, taking a firmer grip on the kidnapped youth.</p> - -<p>"He'd better not try it!" fairly growled Ike. "Look here, my wealthy -friend," he went on, snarling the words into the ear of the frightened -and shrinking youth, "don't try any of your funny tricks now, or my -partner and I will be forced to take extreme measures, as they say in -the books. We'll do it, too, no matter if your Uncle Ezra did warn us to -be careful, and not harm you. You've given us trouble enough, and we -won't stand for any more nonsense; will we, Sam?"</p> - -<p>"That's right. But he won't have much more chance. We're almost at the -pier, and we'll soon be aboard the yacht. Then——"</p> - -<p>"Pardon, senors!" exclaimed the lad in the carriage, and then followed a -question in rapid Spanish.</p> - -<p>"Here, drop that kind of lingo," growled Ike. "We don't understand -anything but plain United States talk."</p> - -<p>"Pardon, senors," spoke the youth again<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>, gently, but with an accent of -fear in his tones, and this time he used fairly good English. "Pardon, -but you are taking me to a yacht; yes?"</p> - -<p>"Sure—to your Uncle Ezra," answered Sam.</p> - -<p>"I have no Uncle Ezra."</p> - -<p>"No Uncle Ezra! Come, that's a good one!" exclaimed Ike. "But I s'pose -you're joking. That's why you talked Spanish to us. No Uncle Ezra, eh? -Next you'll be telling us your father isn't a millionaire."</p> - -<p>"He is not, senors," was the simple answer, and the youth could hardly -restrain the sobs in his voice. "I am the son of a poor man, by -name—er—Alantrez," and the youth appeared to hesitate. "Why are you -taking me away?" he went on. "If it is for ransom, it will be useless, -as we are poor—my father and I."</p> - -<p>"Poor! Ha! Ha! That's pretty juicy!" chuckled Sam. "I wish I was as poor -as you and your father are, kiddo!"</p> - -<p>"Same here," added Ike.</p> - -<p>"But you have no right to take me away like this," declared the youth, -with more spirit. "It is infamous! It is wrong! And when the police hear -of it you will suffer."</p> - -<p>"We don't care a fig for the police of Cuba!" declared Ike. "We walked -away, right under their very noses, with you, and all they did was to -rush about, waving their swords and firing their revolvers in the air, -like a lot of kids at a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> Fourth of July celebration. Police! Huh! We -don't worry about them!"</p> - -<p>"But what do you want with me?" persisted the lad.</p> - -<p>"Haven't I told you that your Uncle Ezra Larabee wants to have a talk -with you," said Sam. "He's afraid you're wasting your money, and he -wants to sort of supervise it. He claims he has that right, being your -mother's brother, as long as your father won't do it."</p> - -<p>"You are pleased to speak in riddles, senor," remarked the youth with -dignity. "I repeat that I have no Uncle Ezra Larabee. That is no Cuban -name. Also, my mother, who is among the saints, she had no brother. -Likewise I am not rich—I wish I was. I am only Pedro Alantrez, as I -have said."</p> - -<p>"Now, don't waste any more words talking like that," suggested Sam -Newton. "Do you mean to say you're not Dick Hamilton, the millionaire?"</p> - -<p>"Certainly not, senor," declared the youth, with dignity. Just then the -carriage approached one of the few street lights. The two men peered -forward, and looked full in the face of their captive.</p> - -<p>"Well, that's pretty good!" announced Sam. "Take a close look at him, -Ike. Isn't he Dick Hamilton?"</p> - -<p>"He sure is," was the firm response of Ike Murdock. "I've seen him too -often lately, and at close quarters, to be mistaken. But here we are on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> -the pier. I hope Guy and Simon are waiting with the boat, and we'll soon -be away from this half-civilized country."</p> - -<p>The carriage came to a stop, after rumbling over the plank flooring of -the pier, and the two men alighted, fairly dragging their captive after -them. The lad hung back, and a cry of protest and fear came to his lips. -Then, seeming to feel that he was called upon to be brave, he drew -himself up proudly, and said:</p> - -<p>"You need not drag me, senors. I will go with you, but you will regret -your action. You are under a great mistake."</p> - -<p>"Stow your talk," commanded Ike, roughly. "If we're making a mistake -we're getting paid for it, and you needn't be so high and mighty with -us. 'Senors' be hanged! Talk English!"</p> - -<p>The lad did not answer, but followed his captors, who had him by an arm -on either side. Sam flung the driver of the coach some money, and the -vehicle rumbled off in the darkness.</p> - -<p>"Now, if Guy and Simon are waiting, we'll be all right," murmured Sam. -As they approached the stringpiece he gave a cautious whistle, which was -answered from a small boat lying out a little distance from the wharf. -The craft was rowed in, and a few seconds later the two men with their -prisoner were aboard, while Guy Fletcher and Simon Scardale handled the -oars, and sent the boat out toward the yacht <i>Princess</i>.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p><p>"Did you get him?" asked Simon, when they were well out from the shore.</p> - -<p>"Sure," answered Sam, "though he says he isn't Dick Hamilton."</p> - -<p>"You know <i>me</i>, don't you, Dick?" asked Simon, with a sneering laugh.</p> - -<p>The captive returned no answer.</p> - -<p>As the rowboat approached the yacht, a figure could be seen leaning over -the rail—the figure of an old man.</p> - -<p>"Did you get him?" he called in a cautious whisper, as the craft came -alongside the accommodation ladder.</p> - -<p>"Sure thing," answered Ike.</p> - -<p>The five were on deck shortly, and Mr. Larabee, approaching the youth -who had been kidnapped, said:</p> - -<p>"I'm sorry, Nephew Richard, that I had to act this way, but it's for -your own good, as you will come to acknowledge in time. It is done to -prevent you from making a beggar of yourself. Now, if you will come -below, I'll explain my plans to you. My, but I'm glad this chase is -over! I had a hard time to get you—me and er—me and these friends of -mine. But now I have you, and we'll go back home. Yachting is terribly -expensive—terribly!"</p> - -<p>With a sigh, the old man led the way to the cabin. The others, including -the captive, followed. The latter maintained a grim silence.</p> - -<p>In the well-lighted apartment Uncle Ezra<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> turned to behold his nephew. -He looked once, and started. Twice, and he threw up his hands in -amazement. Then he cried:</p> - -<p>"Land o' Goshen! You've got the wrong boy! What does this mean? This -isn't my nephew, Richard Hamilton! You've made a terrible mistake! Oh, -dear! Oh, dear! Now, I'll be sued for damages!"</p> - -<p>"A mistake?" echoed Ike Murdock.</p> - -<p>"A mistake?" faltered Sam Newton.</p> - -<p>"Mistake?" chorused Guy and Simon.</p> - -<p>They all took a good look at the youth whom they had kidnapped. There -was no doubt of it. Though he bore a strong resemblance to Dick -Hamilton, the lad was unmistakably a Cuban or a Spaniard. He drew -himself up proudly and fairly glared at them.</p> - -<p>"What did I tell you, senors?" he asked, softly.</p> - -<p>"Fooled!" gasped Ike, and, as he spoke, the yacht began to gather -headway, for the engineer had orders to get in motion as soon as the -party came from offshore.</p> - -<p>"We are moving! You are taking me away!" He sprang toward the -companionway.</p> - -<p>"Easy now," cautioned Sam, roughly. "Stay where you are. Maybe we did -make a mistake," he went on, turning to Mr. Larabee, "but it may be all -right, after all. We'll keep this young fellow aboard. I think Ike and I -can fix up a scheme that will change matters a bit," and with that he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> -thrust the young Spaniard into a small room off the cabin, and locked -the door. Meanwhile the yacht was increasing her speed, and moving out -of the harbor.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXIII</span> <span class="smaller">DICK ON THE TRAIL</span></h2> - -<p>The Santiago papers, the next day, contained a full account of the bold -kidnapping, and, with fervid language, described how the scoundrels had -spirited the Cuban youth away from under the very noses of the police. -Strong and vigorous action was called for, and it was suggested that a -reward be offered. There had been too many cases of late, the gazettes -stated, where youths had been taken away, and held for ransom.</p> - -<p>In this case the object of the kidnappers was likely to fail, the papers -stated, as the victim was the son of a poor man—Senor Alantrez—who -would be unable to pay any money. Senor Alantrez was a clerk in the -government employ, and he and his son were worthy persons, it was said.</p> - -<p>"Well, I call that a shame!" exclaimed Dick to his chums, as, seated on -the deck of his handsome yacht, he was reading aloud to them the account -of the outrage. "The police here ought to get busy, for a fact."</p> - -<p>"Is that all there is to it?" asked Beeby.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p><p>"No," answered the young millionaire. "There's more. It goes on to say -that it is believed that the boy was taken off in the yacht—hello! -what's this? Why, fellows, it says that he was taken off in the yacht -<i>Princess</i>, which recently came here from New York. There was something -mysterious about the craft, it states. Mysterious! I should say so. Why, -I'll wager a good bit that this is the same yacht they tried to get me -aboard of, to rob me!"</p> - -<p>"You're right," exclaimed Widdy, who was stumping about the deck, near -the boys. "That's her name, Mr. Dick."</p> - -<p>"But it might not be the same one," suggested Paul.</p> - -<p>"Wait until I read a bit further," said Dick. "Yes," he went on, "it -says that men from the yacht were seen in several places about town -yesterday and last night. And the description of them tallies with those -two men who followed me about in New York."</p> - -<p>"You don't think they tried to kidnap you, do you?" asked Henry Darby.</p> - -<p>"Not a bit of it," answered the young millionaire. "I think they were -just ordinary thieves, but I also think that they might attempt a more -desperate game down here. Probably they are the same fellows, who took a -trip in their yacht to see what luck they would have in Cuba. Then they -decided to try kidnapping, as the paper states there have been several -cases of it lately. Only<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> they happened to get the wrong lad—one with -no money—instead of a rich chap."</p> - -<p>"Yes, they would have done better to have picked up you," remarked Frank -Bender. "But, when they find out their mistake, they'll let this Pedro -Alantrez go, I guess."</p> - -<p>"Sure," agreed Dick, "and it will be a good joke on them. I hope they -are caught and punished."</p> - -<p>They discussed the kidnapping further, wondering if it would be of any -service to the police for Dick to tell what he suspected of the -men—namely, that they had followed him in New York.</p> - -<p>"I think I would," suggested Beeby. "I'll go ashore with you, and we'll -call on the police. We'll tell 'em what you know, and I can get some -good snapshots of the officers, maybe."</p> - -<p>"Oh, you and your snapshots!" exclaimed Dick, good-naturedly. "You'll be -taking your own picture next, Beeby. But I think your proposition is a -good one. Fellows, let's go ashore. Widdy, have the launch gotten ready; -will you?"</p> - -<p>"Aye, aye, sir," answered the wooden-legged sailor, and soon the young -millionaire and his chums were scudding toward the landing dock.</p> - -<p>While the others rode about the city in carriages which Dick hired, the -young yacht owner and Beeby were driven to the office of the chief of -police. Dick's reputation as a master of money had preceded him, and he -was ushered into the private room with no little ceremony. He told his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> -suspicions of the men who had taken part in the kidnapping, and received -the thanks of the official, who said he would communicate with the -police of New York, toward which city the scoundrels were undoubtedly -bound.</p> - -<p>As Dick came out of the chief's private room he saw, standing at the -desk of one of the lieutenants of police, a man who seemed greatly -affected. He was evidently under some poignant grief or sorrow.</p> - -<p>"And you say there is no news?" he asked in Spanish, which language Dick -understood slightly. "They have taken my boy out to sea! Oh, my poor -son! Why can not a boat be had to follow the scoundrels?"</p> - -<p>"Because there is no boat available," answered the lieutenant. "We would -gladly accommodate you, Senor Alantrez, but it is impossible."</p> - -<p>"That is the father of the boy who was kidnapped," said the chief, in a -low tone to Dick. "He will be glad to meet you, and to know that you -have given us some information that may prove valuable. Come, if you -like; I will present him to you, Senor Hamilton."</p> - -<p>"Very well," assented Dick, and he was shortly shaking hands with the -grief-stricken parent.</p> - -<p>"Do you think there is any chance of catching the villains?" asked Senor -Alantrez of Dick, in fairly good English. The man seemed nervous and -anxious for some one to give him hope.</p> - -<p>"Yes, I think they'll get them," declared the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> young millionaire. "When -those men find out that your son is not—er—not as—" Dick hesitated. -He did not wish to embarrass the father by referring to him as poor.</p> - -<p>"Do not be afraid to speak it, senor," said Mr. Alantrez, with a sad -smile. "Poverty and I have been close friends, of late, though we were -not always such. I am poor, and I am glad, for now the scoundrels may -the sooner return my son to me. If there was but a fast boat to be had, -we would give chase to them. But there is none to be secured without -much money, and I, alas, have none. So I must wait; but it is hard! My -poor boy!"</p> - -<p>Dick's face shone with a sudden light, and his eyes brightened. He took -a step forward.</p> - -<p>"Would you like to get a boat, and take a cruise after those men who -have your son?" he asked.</p> - -<p>"Ah, senor, it would give me the utmost happiness! But why ask me? I can -get no boat."</p> - -<p>"Yes, you can," cried the young millionaire. "I wonder I didn't think of -it before. My yacht, the <i>Albatross</i>, is at your disposal, Senor -Alantrez! If you will be my guest we'll get up steam at once, and trail -after those villains! I'd ask nothing better than to run them down!" and -Dick's eyes sparkled with righteous anger. "They tried to injure me, and -I'd be glad of a chance to get back at them. Come, senor, we'll start at -once, if you are ready, and I think we can overtake the <i>Princess</i>, -though she has a good start."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p><p>"Oh, I can never thank you enough, senor!" cried the father, seizing -Dick's hand, and attempting, in his warm, Spanish way, to kiss it, only -the lad drew it quickly away. "I am your debtor for life!" he cried.</p> - -<p>"Wait until we see if we catch those fellows," spoke Dick, as he led the -way from the police station, followed by Senor Alantrez, and Beeby, who -had been busy taking several snapshots.</p> - -<p>The chief of police and his lieutenant shrugged their shoulders.</p> - -<p>"These Americanos!" murmured the chief. "They are always in such a -hurry. To-morrow would have done as well."</p> - -<p>But Dick, hurrying toward his yacht, with the now hopeful father, waited -for no to-morrows. He was going to get on the trail at once.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXIV</span> <span class="smaller">OFF FOR STONE ISLAND</span></h2> - -<p>Dick's chums, when they returned to the yacht, after waiting in vain for -him at the plaza, where the band played, and where he had promised to -meet them, were surprised to see him in earnest conversation with a -Spanish gentleman on the deck of the <i>Albatross</i>.</p> - -<p>"Well, we've been looking everywhere for you, Dick," said Paul Drew. "We -were beginning to be afraid you had been kidnapped."</p> - -<p>"The saints forbid!" cried the Cuban, fervently and earnestly.</p> - -<p>"Come here and meet a friend of mine," invited Dick, and, when the lads -crowded up, he presented them to Senor Alantrez—that is, all save -Beeby, who, having accompanied Dick to the police station, was already -acquainted with the father of the kidnapped lad.</p> - -<p>"We are going to sea once more, fellows," announced the young -millionaire. "We're going to chase after those kidnappers."</p> - -<p>"But what about the search you came here to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> make?" suggested Paul Drew, -in low tones. "Aren't you going to look for your mother's relatives?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, but I've got the lawyer doing that. He can accomplish all that I -can, and more too, only not so quickly. It will be two weeks before he -has any definite news for me, and, in the meanwhile, I don't want to -stay tied up to a dock. I want to be doing something."</p> - -<p>"That's Dick Hamilton, all the way through," murmured Henry Darby.</p> - -<p>"So I proposed to Senor Alantrez that we give chase to these villains, -and we're going to," went on the young millionaire. "We'll start as soon -as we have taken some coal aboard and some more provisions, and that -can't be until to-morrow morning, I'm sorry to say. But we are a faster -boat than is the <i>Princess</i>, and we may be able to overtake her, even if -she has a start of us."</p> - -<p>"Where will you look for her?" asked Frank Bender.</p> - -<p>"Oh, along the route to New York. I think they'll head for there, or, -maybe they'll come back, when they find out their mistake."</p> - -<p>"The saints grant that they may," murmured the father. "Oh, if I can see -my boy again, unharmed, I will be happy forever!"</p> - -<p>"We'll get him," promised Dick, firmly. "We'll get him, or twist off the -propeller!"</p> - -<p>Dick hurried all he could the coaling of the yacht, but even his utmost -efforts were of little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> avail. The laborers were not in the habit of -exerting themselves, and they took the usual time. Captain Barton did -manage to get the stores and provisions aboard sooner than he expected, -but taking on coal was a slow and unpleasant task.</p> - -<p>At length, however, it was finished, and Dick, having left word with the -Santiago lawyer that he might be gone on the search for several days, -prepared to sail. Captain Barton had taken counsel with some local -pilots as to the best plan for their cruise, and had secured -considerable information about a number of islands, and dangerous reefs -in the neighborhood of the coast off Santiago.</p> - -<p>Senor Alantrez readily obtained leave from the government office, where -he was employed, to be away for as long as was necessary, and, on the -second morning after the kidnapping, Dick, with his friends, and the -father of the missing lad, stood on deck, and gave the order to cast -off.</p> - -<p>"And when we come back, I hope we'll have your son, and also those -scoundrels who took him away," said our hero to the grief-stricken -father.</p> - -<p>As the yacht was slowly moving away from the dock, a boy was seen -running down the pier, waving something over his head. It looked like a -letter, and he was shouting at the top of his voice.</p> - -<p>"There's some one for you, Mr. Dick," said Widdy, who was smoking his -pipe near the after companionway.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p><p>"Wait, we must see what that is," called the youthful yacht owner. -"Perhaps it's a note from the police about the kidnappers."</p> - -<p>Captain Barton swung the indicator over to half-speed astern, and the -craft's way was checked. The boy with the letter came on faster.</p> - -<p>"Wonderful!" cried Beeby, as he saw the speed the lad was making. "I -must get a snapshot of him. I have really lived to see some one in Cuba -in a hurry! I must make a picture of it, or no one will believe me when -I tell them."</p> - -<p>He focused his camera on the lad, who, seeing the glistening glass point -at him, ducked, and would have run back.</p> - -<p>"Stop it!" commanded Dick, with a laugh. "Wait until he delivers that -letter, Beeby, and then you can snap him going back. He's afraid to come -on."</p> - -<p>The cadet put his camera out of sight, and the boy advanced again.</p> - -<p>"Is Senor Alantrez on board?" he asked in Spanish.</p> - -<p>"Yes, yes, I am here! What is it? Is my boy found? Is it news from the -scoundrels who carried him away?" and the father was trembling in his -eagerness.</p> - -<p>"It came to the office for you," explained the boy, "and they hurried me -down here with it. It arrived through the mail, senor."</p> - -<p>With a skilful flip of his fingers he sent the envelope scaling on deck, -like a miniature aeroplane.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p><p>Dick tossed the lad some coins, and, picking them up, he ran back up -the pier as if some one was after him.</p> - -<p>"Quick, Beeby!" called Paul, "if you want a snapshot, now's your -chance."</p> - -<p>"Now he's in <i>too</i> much of a hurry," objected the cadet, as he snapped -his camera at the fleeing lad. "Wonderful to relate, he's entirely too -quick for me."</p> - -<p>Senor Alantrez was reading his letter. As he finished it he uttered a -cry, and extended the missive to Dick.</p> - -<p>"It is news of my boy!" he exclaimed joyously. "The scoundrels have -given him up. Oh, the saints be praised! Now, we can get him—if only he -is unharmed. See—read, Senor Hamilton!"</p> - -<p>The note was brief, and was written in English, which Senor Alantrez was -familiar with. Dick perused it:</p> - -<blockquote><p>"Senor Alantrez," the letter began. "We regret having been the -cause of annoying you, but it was not altogether our fault. We made -a mistake. We did not mean to kidnap your son. We wish to restore -him to you unharmed, but we do not care, for obvious reasons, to -venture back to Santiago. Therefore, we have taken this plan: We -will leave your son on a small island, called Stone Island, where -you can call for him at your leisure. He will be provided with -sufficient food and water to last two weeks, and, in addition, -there is food to be had on the place. He will not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> suffer, as the -weather is warm, and there are natural shelters on Stone Island. -Regretting the trouble we have caused you, at the same time -assuring you that it was unintentional, we beg to remain unknown to -you, except as</p> - -<p class="right">"<span class="smcap">The Kidnappers</span>."</p></blockquote> - -<p>"Well, what do you think of that?" cried Beeby, when Dick had read the -letter aloud.</p> - -<p>"Talk about nerve!" exclaimed Paul.</p> - -<p>"What'll you do?" asked Tim Muldoon.</p> - -<p>"Do, why the best thing is to go to Stone Island," decided Dick, -promptly. "This letter may be a fake, but it sounds genuine. Anyhow, it -won't be much out of our way to call there; will it, Captain Barton?"</p> - -<p>"No," announced the commander, after consulting his charts, and some -memoranda given him by a Santiago pilot. "Stone Island is a small one, -rather isolated, to be sure, and not near any others. It is about a -hundred miles south of the Laberinto de doce Leguas group of keys, which -are themselves only a few miles from Key Grande and Key Caballones, two -rather large islands. I think we can pick up Stone Island, all right."</p> - -<p>"Then we'll do it!" cried Dick. "This letter came in the nick of time. -We'll rescue your son, Senor Alantrez, and do it as soon as steam can -take us there. I hope we find him all right, though he may be a bit -lonesome from his Robinson Crusoe existence."</p> - -<p>"Oh, my poor boy! But he is brave! Once he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span> is out of the hands of those -scoundrels, all will be well!"</p> - -<p>"It's the only move they could make," said Dick, reflectively, "for they -knew they would be arrested if they set foot on Cuban soil. Now, to the -rescue! Let her go, Captain Barton!" and once more the yacht gathered -headway, and was soon on her way to Stone Island.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXV</span> <span class="smaller">DICK'S YACHT IS GONE</span></h2> - -<p>As may well be imagined, there was, at the start of this voyage, more -excitement aboard the <i>Albatross</i> than at any time since the eventful -cruise had been begun, save, perhaps, during the time when it was -thought that Tim Muldoon was drowned. Dick was eager to make speed to -the island where the kidnapped youth was said to be, and, after that, he -had it in mind to chase after the kidnappers, if he could get a clew to -their whereabouts. This, however, he feared would be difficult.</p> - -<p>As for Captain Barton, and the others, they, too, were all as anxious as -was the owner of the yacht to effect the rescue, and, as the craft -sailed over the heaving ocean, the boys talked of little else as the -hours passed, save what would happen when they found the marooned youth.</p> - -<p>Senor Alantrez took up his position near the bows, peering eagerly -forward, as if to get the first glimpse of the lonely island where his -son was supposed to be. The yacht, though it was making good time, -seemed to him barely to be crawling through the water.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></p><p>But, after the first day of travel, matters settled down more into the -usual routine, though the subdued air of excitement and expectancy was -never absent.</p> - -<p>"Well," remarked Innis Beeby one morning, as he got up from the -breakfast table, "I think I'll take a few snapshots."</p> - -<p>"For the love of a celluloid film, Beeby!" exclaimed Dick, "is there -anything on board that you haven't snapshotted? If there is, name it, -and I'll make you a present of it as a souvenir."</p> - -<p>"Well, I haven't been able to get a picture of Grit and Gritty -together," answered the stout cadet. "They won't stand still long -enough. Every time I think I have them posed, the pup makes a nip at -Grit's ear, or tail, and then they mix it up in a make-believe fight, -and it's all off."</p> - -<p>"Why don't you take 'em as they're playing," suggested Paul. "Make a -sort of moving picture."</p> - -<p>"By Jove! I never thought of that," said Beeby. "I'll do it," and he -hurried off to get his camera.</p> - -<p>Dick was busy for the next few minutes, talking to Captain Barton, but -his attention was suddenly taken by a series of howls and yells, mingled -with barks and growls, coming from the main deck.</p> - -<p>"By Jinks!" Dick exclaimed, as he ran up the companionway, "I guess Grit -is after Hans again."</p> - -<p>He was just in time to see his bulldog shaking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> something in his strong -jaws, while Beeby, who had arisen from a sprawling position on the deck, -was crying out:</p> - -<p>"Here, Grit, old fellow, give it to me! That's a good dog! Don't smash -it, now! Come on, old fellow. I didn't mean you any harm; honest, I -didn't!"</p> - -<p>Grit only growled the harder, and shook more vigorously the object he -held.</p> - -<p>"What's he got?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"My camera," replied the fleshy lad. "I was taking a snapshot of him, -sitting alone—the first chance I had at him—but when he heard the -shutter click, I guess he must have imagined I was trying to poison him. -He made a jump for me, and——"</p> - -<p>"Did he bite you?" asked the young millionaire, anxiously.</p> - -<p>"No, he only grabbed the camera away from me, and now he's trying to -make splinters of it. Drop it, Grit, I say!"</p> - -<p>But the bulldog, growling and snarling, never heeded.</p> - -<p>"Here, Grit!" called Dick in a low voice. "Bring it here!" The dog -obeyed instantly, and the camera, rather the worse for wear, as Paul -said, was laid on the deck.</p> - -<p>"Here it is—guess it isn't hurt much," observed Dick. "If it is, I'll -get you a new one, Beeby, and you can sell that to Henry Darby, for old -scrap iron and leather."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p><p>"Humph! It looks pretty well chewed," spoke Beeby, "but I guess it's -all right. I hope he didn't shake it so hard that he fogged the film."</p> - -<p>"Maybe he took some views on his own account," suggested Frank Bender.</p> - -<p>"I'm going to develop the roll and find out," declared the fat youth, -and he came back presently from the improvised dark room, to report that -the only good picture on the strip of film was the one of Grit. It had -been taken just before the dog sprang, and was a characteristic -likeness.</p> - -<p>Several days passed, with good weather to make the cruise more -enjoyable. Senor Alantrez maintained his watch for the first glimpse of -Stone Island, the others taking observations now and again through the -powerful glasses.</p> - -<p>It was toward the close of a warm, lazy afternoon, when Dick and his -chums were sitting on deck, under an awning, sipping iced lemonade and -eating some thin crackers which the steward served to them, that from -the lookout in the crow's nest, at the forward mast, there came a cry:</p> - -<p>"Land ho!"</p> - -<p>"Where away?" demanded Captain Barton.</p> - -<p>"Dead ahead!"</p> - -<p>"Then, that must be what we are looking for," went on the commander. "I -thought it was about time we picked it up."</p> - -<p>Dick sent for the glasses, and, taking an observation through them, -reported that he could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> see a low-lying island, which bore a resemblance -to the description given them of the lonely land whither they were -bound.</p> - -<p>"And oh, if only my son proves to be there!" exclaimed the anxious -father.</p> - -<p>"Let's make a little more speed," suggested Dick, "and we can anchor, -plenty of time before night."</p> - -<p>The engine room telegraph gave the necessary order, and the yacht -slipped through the water more quickly. The island loomed up larger, -and, though Dick and his chums could see it plainly now, through the -binoculars, there was no sign of life about it.</p> - -<p>"Maybe it's only a blind trail they sent us on, after all," suggested -Paul.</p> - -<p>"I'll not believe that, until we've landed and made a search," cried -Dick.</p> - -<p>In another hour the <i>Albatross</i> had dropped anchor in a quiet little -bay, where there was good holding ground, and sufficient depth of water. -They could get a partial view of the island now. It was possibly five -miles long, and about half as broad, with a very much broken and -indented shore-line, as far as could be seen. There appeared to be a -heavy growth of vegetation on the place, which was partly of coral -formation, but from the bay, where the yacht was anchored, no very good -view could be obtained. The centre of the land was high and rocky, -showing evidences of volcanic formation.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p><p>"Well, we're here!" cried Dick, as the <i>Albatross</i> swung around with -the current. "Now to go ashore and find your son, Senor Alantrez!"</p> - -<p>"And may that be speedily!" exclaimed the father. "I can not thank you -enough, Senor Hamilton, for bringing me here; I am ever your debtor!"</p> - -<p>"Nonsense!" cried Dick, who did not relish praise. "Any one would have -done as much as I have. Get the launch ready, Mr. Midwell, if you -please, and we'll go ashore."</p> - -<p>"Who are going?" asked Paul.</p> - -<p>"Well, I thought we fellows would all go," said Dick, "and Senor -Alantrez, of course. Then I'll take Widdy to help with the boat, and -that will be enough. Unless you want to come, Captain Barton."</p> - -<p>"It's not necessary, unless you think you'll need help. I don't like the -looks of the weather, and I should prefer to stay by the ship, when I'm -on an unknown island coast."</p> - -<p>"Oh, I don't fear anything from those kidnappers," said Dick. "They've -probably gone long ago, leaving the young man here alone. We'll very -likely find him on the other side of the island. Perhaps it will be as -well for you to stay on board, however, captain. Come on, fellows."</p> - -<p>"Yes, don't lose any time," advised the commander. "I'd like to get -plenty of sea room, if it comes on to blow, as seems likely now."</p> - -<p>The gasolene launch was quickly awaiting the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> young millionaire, and his -guests, at the foot of the accommodation ladder, and soon, with Widdy at -the steering wheel, Dick and the other five young men were on their way -ashore. They found an easy, sandy beach on which to land, and, taking -the kedge anchor of the launch well up on shore, to prevent the tide -from floating off the craft, they all started inland to look for the -kidnapped youth. Grit and the puppy raced on ahead, gamboling over the -sands, and glad enough to be on shore again.</p> - -<p>"Which way shall we go?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"To the right," decided Paul.</p> - -<p>"Looks like a better place off to the left," came from Beeby.</p> - -<p>"If I might advise," remarked Widdy, "I'd make for the high ground. Then -you can get a view over the island, an' see if there is a signal shown -anywhere, or some sort of a place where he might live."</p> - -<p>"Good idea!" cried Dick; "we'll do it! Come on, fellows! Come on, Senor -Alantrez!"</p> - -<p>Forward they went, climbing the rough, high land in the centre of the -island. It was no easy task to mount to the summit, and, when they were -near it, Dick, who was in the lead, called:</p> - -<p>"Quiet, everybody! I hear some one coming!" There was a sound of -crackling underbrush, and of tree branches pushed to one side.</p> - -<p>"Maybe it's an animal," suggested Paul. "I brought one of your rifles, -Dick."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p><p>"Good! Have it in readiness, though it walks more like a person than an -animal."</p> - -<p>The sounds suddenly ceased.</p> - -<p>"Maybe it's some of the kidnappers," came from Beeby. "If I get a chance -I'll snapshot 'em, and we can use the pictures for evidence. I——"</p> - -<p>Beeby didn't have a chance to finish. A moment later there was a sudden -cry of joy, and a figure burst through the fringe of underbrush. Right -toward Senor Alantrez it sprang, and Paul, who had half-raised the -rifle, lowered it, for he saw that the figure was that of a youth.</p> - -<p>"Padre! Padre!" shouted the lad, and then in rapid Spanish he greeted -his father.</p> - -<p>"My son! My son!" cried Senor Alantrez, in delight. "I have really found -you! The dear saints be praised! Heaven has been good to me!" and father -and son were clasped in each other's arms, while Dick and his chums felt -the moisture come into their eyes, and they found something exceedingly -interesting to look at in the other direction. The two Cubans embraced -warmly, held each other off at arms' length, as if to make sure there -was no mistake, and then clasped each other close again, all the while -murmuring endearing terms in their own tongue.</p> - -<p>"But I forget myself!" exclaimed the elder Cuban at length. "Pedro, here -is our benefactor—yours and mine—but for him, you would never have -been found. Kiss his hand!"</p> - -<p>"No, you don't!" cried Dick, who was not used<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> to such things. "I don't -want to be thanked. I've been thanked enough. If I hadn't come here for -you some one else would. But I'm glad you're all right, Pedro Alantrez. -Did those scoundrels treat you badly?"</p> - -<p>"No, it was all a curious mistake, and, as soon as they discovered it, -they set me ashore here, and said my father would be told where to come -for me. I have been waiting two days. I have not suffered, save from -loneliness. I erected a signal on the other side of the island, and I -was crossing to put one up over here, when, as I was walking along, I -heard voices. I grew afraid. I hid, but when I peered out, and saw you, -I knew it was all right. Oh, padre, how happy I am!"</p> - -<p>"Well, we're glad, too," spoke Dick, "but as it's growing late, and as -Captain Barton says a storm is coming up, suppose we return to the -yacht. I fancy you have had enough of this place, Pedro?"</p> - -<p>"Too much, Senor Hamilton. I shall be glad to leave it."</p> - -<p>They turned to make their way down the slope. It was getting late, -though there was still plenty of light. They had been out of sight of -the yacht and launch for some time, as the bay where they had landed was -on a curve, and trees hid it from view.</p> - -<p>As they came down to the beach, where they should have had a glimpse of -the launch, Dick rubbed his eyes, took a second look, and cried out:</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p><p>"Fellows, we're not sailors. The launch has been carried away by the -tide!"</p> - -<p>"Carried away by the tide?" repeated Widdy, wonderingly, as he stumped -forward. "It couldn't be! She was well fastened, and the kedge anchor -was out of reach of high water."</p> - -<p>"But she's gone!" declared Dick.</p> - -<p>"Maybe we're at the wrong place," suggested Paul.</p> - -<p>"This is where we landed," insisted Henry.</p> - -<p>"It sure is," agreed Beeby. "I remember it, for I took a picture of the -launch as it was drawn up on the beach, and I stood near this big -shell," and be pointed to one of peculiar formation.</p> - -<p>"Then Captain Barton must have come ashore and got the boat," said Frank -Bender.</p> - -<p>Dick glanced across the bay. There was a wide expanse of water, but -nothing was visible on it. A cry of fear and wonder came to his lips.</p> - -<p>"Fellows!" he exclaimed, "my yacht is also gone!"</p> - -<p>"Gone?" echoed the others.</p> - -<p>Silently Dick pointed to the place where the <i>Albatross</i> had been -anchored. There was no mistaking it, for the craft had been just -opposite where the launch landed. But the yacht was not there, and a -rapid survey of the shore in both directions did not disclose either her -or the launch.</p> - -<p>"Fellows, we're marooned on this island!" spoke Dick, solemnly.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXVI</span> <span class="smaller">MAROONED</span></h2> - -<p>For a few moments after Dick had spoken his companions hardly realized -the import of what he said. It came rather as a shock to them, following -the disappearance of the launch and yacht.</p> - -<p>Senor Alantrez and his son looked at each other, not quite -understanding, for, though they spoke English fairly well, the talk of -the young millionaire and his chums had been so rapid and excited that -the two foreigners had not gathered the full meaning of what was said.</p> - -<p>"Is it that the steamer has gone, but will return presently?" asked the -elder Cuban of Dick.</p> - -<p>"It's gone—that's sure," was the reply, "but whether it will come back -or not——" the lad shrugged his shoulders, a Spanish trick he had -acquired lately.</p> - -<p>"What does it all mean?" asked Beeby. "Is the yacht really gone, Dick?"</p> - -<p>"Do you see it anywhere?" inquired the young millionaire in his turn, -and he swept his hand toward the ocean. "If you do, you have better<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> -eyes than I. And the launch seems to have disappeared also."</p> - -<p>"But I can't understand it," put in Paul.</p> - -<p>"I guess it's as Frank said," remarked Henry Darby. "The captain saw a -storm coming up, and came to get the launch. Then he put out to sea."</p> - -<p>"He wouldn't do it, and leave us marooned on this island, with nothing -to eat," declared Dick, positively. "No, fellows, there's something -queer and mysterious about this. Either the yacht and launch suddenly -sank, which is out of the question, or they were taken away. Pedro -Alantrez," he went on, turning quickly to the young Cuban, "did those -kidnappers, who landed you here, go away?"</p> - -<p>"As far as I know, they did, Senor Hamilton," was the answer. "They -anchored about where you say your yacht was, and brought me ashore in a -small boat, with some food. Then they rowed back, got up steam, and -sailed away, leaving me all alone."</p> - -<p>"Did you think those men might have stolen your yacht, Dick?" asked -Beeby.</p> - -<p>"I was beginning to think so—in fact, I was sure of it, but if they -went away I don't see how they could. They would hardly stay around, -after sending word to Senor Alantrez that his son was here, knowing, as -they must have, that he would come to get him. It wouldn't be safe for -them. No, they probably have gone, but there may be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> Cuban pirates, or -some other criminals, on this island, who sneaked around when we were -inland, and took the launch and yacht."</p> - -<p>"But they'd have to overpower Captain Barton and the crew to do such a -thing," objected Frank Bender.</p> - -<p>"Well, that's possible," argued Dick, "especially if they sneaked up on -the <i>Albatross</i> in the launch. Captain Barton and the others, seeing the -yacht's launch approach, wouldn't suspect anything until it was too -late. I'm afraid something serious may have happened to them. Did you -notice any signs of pirates, or other desperate characters, on the -island since you have been here?" asked Dick, of the young Cuban.</p> - -<p>"No, senor, but then I did not explore this place much. I was too full -of grief. I merely erected a signal on the other side of the island, and -was coming to do the same here, when I met you."</p> - -<p>There was silence for a few minutes, while the grim, dismal fact that -they were marooned on a lonely and seldom-visited island, sank deeper -into the minds of the young millionaire and his chums. They gazed -helplessly across the stretch of ocean, which was fast becoming covered -with a haze, added to which the falling darkness made it impossible to -make out objects more than a short distance away.</p> - -<p>"Well, what's to be done?" asked Beeby at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> length, and he emitted a -sigh. "If we've got to stay here all night, we'd better do something."</p> - -<p>"We'll probably have to stay here for several nights and days," declared -Dick. "Fellows, we're up against it. I think the first thing to be done -is to go to some high point—the highest on the island—and see if we -can get a glimpse of the yacht. It can't have gotten out of sight so -quickly."</p> - -<p>"Maybe not, but by the time we get to the high point, it'll be so dark -we can't see anything," put in Widdy, who had said little since the -astonishing discovery was made. "If I might say something, Mr. Dick, I'd -say the best thing to do would be to find a shelter for the night, as -it's cold an' damp when the sun goes down."</p> - -<p>"It's about down now," replied the young millionaire. "But, you're -right, Widdy, we do need shelter."</p> - -<p>"And something to eat," added Beeby. "What about that, Dick? I'm -hungry!"</p> - -<p>"Don't think of it," advised Paul.</p> - -<p>"I can't help it, when I remember all the good things on board the -yacht," went on the fat cadet. "The chicken, the roast beef, the soups, -the pies and cakes that Hans used to make—the omelets, and——"</p> - -<p>"Cut it out!" yelled Frank. "Do you want us all to die of indigestion?"</p> - -<p>"Not much danger," put in Dick, with a grim<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> laugh. "But let's take a -vote on what to do. Where shall we spend the night?"</p> - -<p>"At a moving picture show, or a comic opera," said Tim Muldoon, with a -laugh.</p> - -<p>"That's right, jolly us up a bit," cried Dick. "We need it. But it's -going to be serious enough later on."</p> - -<p>"Pardon, senors," spoke the young Cuban, "but of the food which the -kidnappers left me there is still a considerable quantity left, and the -few days I was alone here I made a sort of shelter on the other side of -the island. If we hasten we can get to it before dark, and spend the -night there. It is better than on this side of the island."</p> - -<p>"Fine!" cried Dick. "Why didn't you say something about that before, -Pedro?"</p> - -<p>"I did not like to interrupt the senors," was the lad's gentle answer. -"But the food is not very choice, and there is not much of it."</p> - -<p>"It'll have to do," declared the wealthy lad. "Come on, fellows, for a -walk over the hill to the other shore. We'll make-believe we're on a -practice march, Paul and Beeby."</p> - -<p>"Sure," agreed the fat cadet, "only let it be more practice than march, -if you please, for my feet are sore."</p> - -<p>They started off, retracing their course in the same direction as when -they had looked for the kidnapped lad. Dick led the way, with Grit -coursing along at his heels, while Widdy carried<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> Gritty, the puppy, -whose short legs got tangled up in the underbrush.</p> - -<p>They reached the other shore just as dusk fell, and there saw a mass of -leaves and branches which the Spanish lad had piled into a rude sort of -shelter. He showed them where he had stored the canned stuff which his -captors had left for him.</p> - -<p>"Why, that isn't so bad," announced Dick, as he saw the food supply.</p> - -<p>"Is there any fresh water?" asked Tim Muldoon. "I'm as dry as a fish!"</p> - -<p>"There is a good spring near here," announced Pedro.</p> - -<p>"Then we'll build a fire and camp out!" declared Paul. "Being marooned -isn't so bad, after all; eh Dick?"</p> - -<p>"Maybe not," agreed the young millionaire, as he helped the others -gather fuel for the fire.</p> - -<p>Soon a cheerful blaze was roaring on the beach, fed by pieces of -driftwood which Widdy brought from various points. The leaping flames -illuminated the place, and cast dancing, fantastic shadows of the little -party upon the sands.</p> - -<p>"Frank, you get some water," ordered Dick, "and then see what you can -find to boil it in. Pedro says they left him some coffee."</p> - -<p>"Yes, and a few cooking utensils," added the Cuban. "I think there is -also a coffee pot."</p> - -<p>"Good!" cried Dick. "Beeby, drop your camera<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> and get busy. What do you -think I'm paying you for—to pose as a living picture?"</p> - -<p>"I was going to take a snapshot of the fire," pleaded the fat lad.</p> - -<p>"Make a snapshot of yourself bringing up more wood," ordered Dick, with -a laugh. "We'll need it before morning. Tim, you and Paul and Henry get -busy on enlarging the shelter. There is quite an addition to your -family, Pedro, since last night."</p> - -<p>"Yes, but there will be room for all," said the elder Cuban, cheerfully. -Nothing mattered to him, now that his son was found.</p> - -<p>And so the marooned party, gathered about the fire, took a happier view -of their situation as they bustled about, trying to get something to -eat, while Widdy piled the wood on the blaze, and the two dogs played -about in the sand, as if the whole affair was arranged for their -especial benefit.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXVII</span> <span class="smaller">DICK FINDS HIS RELATIVES</span></h2> - -<p>It can not be said that the supper was a very elaborate one. They ate -canned corned beef and crackers, and drank coffee from clam shells and -empty tin cans, but Dick said it tasted as good, if not better, than the -most complete meal Hans, the cook, had ever served to them on the yacht.</p> - -<p>"It sure does," agreed Beeby, with a sigh of satisfaction. "I'll have a -little more of that fricasseed corned-beef on toast, with a bit of -mushroom sauce on the side, if you don't mind, old man," and he passed -his clam shell to Dick.</p> - -<p>"You'll have nothing of the kind," announced the young millionaire, -peering into the frying pan, in which the beef had been warmed, "for the -simple reason, Beeby, that it's all gone."</p> - -<p>"Ah, a very good and sufficient reason," admitted the stout cadet. "Then -I'll fill up on water. There's plenty of that."</p> - -<p>They sat about the campfire after the meal, discussing over and over -again the strange disappearance of the launch and yacht, but being -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>unable to come to any conclusion regarding the matter. Dick's theory, -that some criminals (who were either concealed on the island, or who had -been on their craft, hidden in some bay) had sneaked out to the yacht -when the young millionaire and his chums were prospecting inland, was -generally accepted.</p> - -<p>"But what can we do about it?" asked Henry Darby, who was intensely -practical.</p> - -<p>"We'll think of that in the morning," decided Dick, who was both worried -and tired. He knew their situation was desperate, for the food supply -was very limited, and he dared not think what would happen when it was -all gone. And, in a measure, he felt a sense of responsibility for the -welfare of the whole party. "Let's get under shelter now," went on the -young yacht owner. "It's getting damp and chilly from the dew. In the -morning we'll make a better shelter, see what there is on this island to -eat, and put up some signals. It will probably be only a short time -before we can be taken off by some ship." But, though he spoke thus -hopefully, Dick was far from feeling the confidence with which he wished -to inspire his companions.</p> - -<p>The night under the flimsy shelter would have been uncomfortable to a -degree had not the faithful Widdy replenished the fire at frequent -intervals. Indeed, he scarcely seemed to sleep, but was up and about all -night, piling on wood, and making a roaring blaze the genial heat of -which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> penetrated to the bower where Dick and the others were stretched -out on the ground, endeavoring to get a little rest.</p> - -<p>Widdy constituted himself cook, and the first sight that greeted the -eyes of Dick when he crawled out the next morning, rather sore and -stiff, from his uncomfortable bed, was the old seaman, stumping around -on the sand, making coffee over the campfire.</p> - -<p>"My, but that smells good!" cried the young millionaire.</p> - -<p>"Just tell the steward to serve mine in my stateroom this morning, will -you, old chap?" drawled Beeby. "I think I'll lie abed a bit longer."</p> - -<p>"Yes, you will!" cried Paul Drew, and, with a shove of his foot, he sent -the fat lad rolling out of the bower, and over the sloping sand toward -the waves.</p> - -<p>"'Up, up, Lucy, the sun is up, and we must be up, too,' as it used to -say in the school books," cried Dick, gaily. "We've got lots to do -to-day, fellows, and we'd better get at it. So, after some coffee and -rolls—we'll omit the omelet this morning, because—ahem!—because the -hens seem to be off on their vacation—but after some coffee and -hard-tack we'll get busy. We must set up some signals of distress, erect -a better shelter, see what food we have on hand, look to see what there -is to be gotten here, and take another look at the place from where the -launch disappeared.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> Maybe we can discover some clews. Come on, tumble -out, everybody!"</p> - -<p>"Me for a dip in the briny!" cried Paul, and, stripping to his -undergarments, he ran down the beach, and was soon splashing about. The -others followed his example, with the exception of Widdy and Senor -Alantrez, and when the lads came back, glowing from their bath, they -found a table set on the sands—a primitive table, with tin cans for -cups, and shells for plates. But no coffee ever tasted better, as they -sat around in negligee costumes and drank it, for the weather was warm -enough to permit of light attire.</p> - -<p>"Now, fellows, here's the program, as I see it," said Dick, when the -meal was finished. "Senor Alantrez, his son and I will go over to the -other side of the island and erect some sort of a distress signal. We -will also take a look around while there. Widdy, you and Henry Darby and -Tim Muldoon can get busy and make a better shelter. You have -pocket-knives, and can cut branches when you can't break 'em. Paul, you -and Beeby take a stroll around, and see if there is anything to eat on -this place. Take the rifle, which you were lucky enough to bring with -you, Paul, and if you can pot a brace of quail or a roast turkey, so -much the better."</p> - -<p>"And I'll take some pictures," added Beeby.</p> - -<p>"Yes, it will keep you out of mischief," declared Dick, smiling. "Now we -all have something to do."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p><p>"Aye, aye, Captain Hamilton!" exclaimed Paul, with a left-handed -salute. "Your orders shall be obeyed."</p> - -<p>"I wish I had some sort of a hatchet with which to cut a tree to stick -down near the beach for a signal pole," went on Dick.</p> - -<p>"The kidnappers left me one, but it's not very sharp," said Pedro -Alantrez, as he brought it forth.</p> - -<p>"It'll have to do," observed the young millionaire. "Now, come on. We'll -be back to dinner, fellows, so be sure to have a good one ready," he -added, as he and the two Spaniards started across the island.</p> - -<p>When the wealthy youth and his companions reached the high ground in the -middle of the place, they looked long and earnestly across the waste of -waters, but there was no sign of the yacht, nor any other vessel. Dick -could not help sighing, as he started to ascend the slope.</p> - -<p>"I regret, senor, that you have suffered so much on my account," spoke -Pedro, softly. "Your fine yacht is gone."</p> - -<p>"But I'll get it back!" declared Dick, with anger in his eyes. "It -wasn't your fault at all—I'm only too glad that we came here for you."</p> - -<p>They made a careful examination of the beach upon which the launch had -been hauled when the party went ashore, but no clews could be had. The -tide had washed away most of the footprints, and those that were left -were so intermingled that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> it could not be told whether they had been -made by Dick and his chums, or by strangers who landed, took away the -launch and thus reached the yacht.</p> - -<p>"Well, we'll put up a signal, and leave a note in some stones at the -foot of the pole, telling any rescue party that may land, to come to the -other side of the island," proposed Dick. "And there's another -thing—what shall I make the signal of?"</p> - -<p>"We'll have to use some of our clothing," suggested Senor Alantrez. "I -can spare my vest."</p> - -<p>"I guess we all can," said Dick. "We don't need 'em in this climate, and -three vests, fluttering from a flagstaff, will attract attention almost -anywhere."</p> - -<p>They cut down a tall, slender tree, tied their vests to it, one below -the other, and then, digging a hole in the sand with the hatchet, well -above high-water mark, they set up the pole. The signal showed -conspicuously.</p> - -<p>"Now, that's done, we'll take a walk along the beach before we go back," -proposed Dick. "Maybe we can find some clams or some crabs to eat. Well, -this is certainly a change from what I was doing yesterday. By the way, -Pedro, how did you come to be kidnapped, anyhow. I meant to have you -tell us, but so many other things happened that I overlooked it. Did you -get any clew to who the men were?"</p> - -<p>"I was just going to speak about it myself,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span> said the young Cuban. "I -meant to last night, for I think you are much concerned in it."</p> - -<p>"I am concerned in it?"</p> - -<p>"Yes."</p> - -<p>"How is that?" asked Dick, wonderingly.</p> - -<p>"Because I was kidnapped by a man named Ezra Larabee, and the men he -hired to take me away thought they were taking a certain Dick Hamilton."</p> - -<p>"My Uncle Ezra here? He wanted to kidnap me? They took you for me?" -gasped Dick, wondering whether he had heard aright.</p> - -<p>"Yes. You and I strongly resemble each other," went on the Spanish -youth.</p> - -<p>"I know that," assented Dick, "but—my uncle here—trying to kidnap me? -It seems incredible. What vessel did he have?"</p> - -<p>"The <i>Princess</i>."</p> - -<p>"Ha! Then it <i>was</i> the same one on which they tried to decoy me while in -New York. I begin to see through some things," cried Dick. "Those -men—the two who attacked me—they were kidnappers instead of thieves, -as I thought. But I never suspected Uncle Ezra, though he did bitterly -oppose me in this yachting business. But what can be his object? Is he -crazy?"</p> - -<p>"He is possessed with an idea that you must be prevented from wasting -your money," answered Pedro. "I gathered that much while a captive on -the <i>Princess</i>. He wants to kidnap you for your own good, he says."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span></p><p>"Then he must have gone insane. To think of taking you for me!"</p> - -<p>"Yes, your uncle was very much put out over the mistake the men and boys -made," said Pedro.</p> - -<p>"Boys—were there boys aboard the <i>Princess</i>?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"Guy Fletcher and Simon Scardale," answered the Spaniard.</p> - -<p>"Guy and Simon? Worse and more of it!" cried Dick. "But how did my uncle -happen to get in with them—how did he get away down to Cuba?"</p> - -<p>"It seems that he followed you from New York," went on Pedro, who had -overheard considerable during his captivity. "He knew you were coming to -Cuba to look up some distant relatives."</p> - -<p>"That's right, so I did, but I don't seem to be able to locate them," -said the young millionaire. "I am looking for some relatives of my dear -mother—their names are Miguel and Raphael Valdez, but they seem to have -disappeared."</p> - -<p>"Miguel and Raphael Valdez?" gasped Senor Alantrez, springing to his -feet. "Are you searching for <i>them</i>, Senor Hamilton?"</p> - -<p>"I am, but I've about given up. They are not to be found, and I'm sorry, -for mother wished to have them aided if they were in want. Besides their -signatures are needed to important papers. However, if I can't locate -them——"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></p><p>"They <i>are</i> to be found!" cried the elderly Cuban.</p> - -<p>"Where?" asked Dick, eagerly.</p> - -<p>"Here," replied Senor Alantrez, with a dramatic gesture. "Allow me to -make known to you the identity of myself and my son. I am Senor Raphael -Valdez, and he is Miguel, and we are relatives of your mother, if you -are the son of Mortimer Hamilton."</p> - -<p>"I certainly am," responded the youth, in puzzled tones, "but I thought -your name was Alantrez."</p> - -<p>"I changed my name when I lost my money, as I was too proud to let my -friends know of my misfortune," went on Senor Valdez, as we must now -call him, "but we really are the last of the Valdez family, as I shall -soon convince you. We are your mother's relatives, though I never -suspected it, for the name Hamilton is not uncommon. Please to be -seated, senor, and I will relate our story to you," and the Cuban -politely waved Dick to a seat on the sand.</p> - -<p>"And to think that I have been chumming with you all this while, and -never knew you were my relatives!" cried the young millionaire. "This -beats a story in a book. Go ahead, senor, tell me all you can, and then -we'll hurry back to camp with the good news."</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXVIII</span> <span class="smaller">BUILDING A RAFT</span></h2> - -<p>Senor Raphael Valdez was not long in proving the identity of himself and -his son. Several years back he had fallen in love with a Miss Rose -Martin, who was Dick's mother's cousin. He had married her, taken her to -Cuba, where he had large possessions, and, after many years of happiness -she had died, leaving him an only son. When the war with Spain broke -out, all of the wealth of Senor Valdez was swept away, and he became -poor.</p> - -<p>Unwilling to let his friends know of his plight—for his was a proud -Spanish nature—he changed his name, and he and his son set out to mend -their broken fortunes. But it was hard work, and for years he struggled -along, concealing his whereabouts to such advantage that none of Mr. -Hamilton's inquiries located him.</p> - -<p>Finally Senor Valdez, under the name of Alantrez, secured a place with -the government, in Santiago, his former home, but he and his son had so -changed in appearance that none of their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> former friends knew them, and -they had no near relatives.</p> - -<p>All this the elder Cuban related to the young millionaire, as they sat -on the sands at the foot of the signal mast.</p> - -<p>"And that accounts for the likeness of you and my son," finished Senor -Valdez. "He has some of the Martin blood in his veins, I am glad to say, -and I am proud that your mother, Senor Hamilton, was related to the -Martin family."</p> - -<p>"So am I," added Dick, "and I'm happy that I have found you. I have been -able to fulfil the mission my mother left unfinished, and also clear up -dad's property affairs. I hope you will not be too proud, senor, to -accept help from me," he continued wistfully, for Dick liked nothing -better than to help other people. "Besides, there is a tenth share of -the property in New York coming to you."</p> - -<p>"You have already placed me so much in your debt that I am overwhelmed," -said the Cuban, warmly.</p> - -<p>"Then you might as well let me make a complete job of it," spoke Dick, -quickly, with a laugh. "But, suppose we start back. The others may be -getting anxious."</p> - -<p>Senior Valdez returned to his pocket certain papers, by which he had -proved his identity, and arose.</p> - -<p>"Come on, Cousin Miguel," Dick said to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> Cuban lad. "I'm going to -call you cousin, from now on, if you don't object."</p> - -<p>"I am honored," answered Miguel, with a stately bow.</p> - -<p>Exploring part of the beach, near the signal mast, Dick and his two -companions found a number of soft clams, of which they gathered a -quantity, carrying them in a bag which the kidnappers had left with -Miguel.</p> - -<p>"We'll have them steamed on a fire in a pile of seaweed," suggested the -young millionaire. "It'll be a shore dinner, though the usual fixings -will be missing."</p> - -<p>They found the whole party assembled on the beach, near the campfire, -waiting for them, Paul and Beeby having returned empty handed. There was -rather a glum look on their faces.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter?" asked Dick. "You look as if you'd lost your last -friend."</p> - -<p>"We didn't find any grub," explained Beeby.</p> - -<p>"But <i>we</i> did, and I found something else," went on the lad of millions. -"Here are slathers of soft clams. We can't starve while they hold out."</p> - -<p>"We saw some like those, but I didn't think they were any good," -remarked Beeby. "We were looking for something worth while."</p> - -<p>"You'll find these worth while when you're hungry," went on Dick. "Come -on, now, fellows, get a good fire going, gather some seaweed and we'll -have a feast. But, first, I've got some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> news for you," and he proceeded -to relate his unexpected, but perfectly simple, finding of the relatives -he had come so far to seek.</p> - -<p>"It's just like when once I found a whole lot of scrap iron I wasn't -expecting," declared Henry Darby, and then he wondered why Dick and the -others laughed, hastening to explain, as soon as he saw the joke, that -he had no intention of comparing the young millionaire's relatives to -iron junk.</p> - -<p>While the boys were discussing the strange outcome of the affair, Widdy -was busy with the steaming of the clams. In a short time an appetizing -aroma filled the air, which caused the boys to inquire anxiously when -the "shore-dinner," as they dubbed it, would be ready.</p> - -<p>They ate in rather primitive fashion, with fingers doing duty for knives -and forks, but they all said they had never tasted any better clams, -though there was no drawn-butter to dip them into.</p> - -<div class="center"><img src="images/i228.jpg" alt="THEY ATE IN RATHER PRIMITIVE FASHION" /></div> - -<p class="bold">THEY ATE IN RATHER PRIMITIVE FASHION, WITH FINGERS<br />DOING -DUTY FOR KNIVES AND FORKS.—<i>Page 228.</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht.</i></p> - -<p>"Now," suggested Dick, as they finished, and wished for more, "we will -take an account of stock, and see what's next to be done."</p> - -<p>"The bower or bungalow, or whatever you're going to call it, isn't quite -finished," said Tim Muldoon.</p> - -<p>"It won't take long," was Widdy's opinion; so they all set to work on -that, and soon had a fairly good shelter constructed; one that would -keep out the cold, and damp night winds.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p><p>"Next is the food supply," went on Dick, and when they looked over what -the kidnappers had left with Miguel Valdez there were anxious looks on -every face, for the quantity was barely sufficient to last them a week.</p> - -<p>"There's only one thing to do," declared Dick, grimly, "we will have to -go on short rations until we are rescued, or until we can get away from -this place."</p> - -<p>"And when will that be?" asked Beeby, nervously.</p> - -<p>"How about it, Widdy?" inquired Dick of the old sailor; "are any vessels -likely to pass this way?"</p> - -<p>"Not many," was the response. "We're out of the track of most vessels, -though, of course, there's always the chance of a tramp steamer seein' -our signals. As the flagpoles are on both sides of the island, they can -hardly miss 'em."</p> - -<p>"Well, we won't sit down and wait for some one to come along," decided -Dick, after a moment's thought. "If we want to get away from this place -we've got to help ourselves."</p> - -<p>"And how's that?" inquired Paul. "Are we going to build a boat, like -Robinson Crusoe did, out of a hollow tree?"</p> - -<p>"Not much," declared Dick. "We haven't any tools to make a boat, but we -can build a raft, and float away on that, and perhaps get in the track -of some steamer; eh, Widdy?"</p> - -<p>"I think so, Mr. Dick. We'll try, anyhow."</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p><p>"But how can we build a raft?" asked Beeby. "Do you expect us to cut -down trees with our pocket-knives? It can't be done, Dick. We're in a -bad way, and our only hope is a steamer sighting us."</p> - -<p>"You get out!" cried Dick, vigorously. "We may starve before a steamer -comes. We've got to get afloat before all our grub is gone, and that -means we'll have to build a raft at once. I saw a lot of dead trees in -the woods. They're light, and will float well. Then we can cut down some -others with the hatchet."</p> - -<p>"And tie 'em together with a fishline, I s'pose?" added Beeby, gloomily.</p> - -<p>"Not at all, but if you've got a fishline I can see what you're going to -be up against," spoke the young millionaire, quickly. "Go off and try to -catch some fish, Beeby. We can fasten our raft together with wild vines. -I tripped over enough in the forest to make a dozen rafts, and they're -almost as strong as wire cable. Now, get busy, fellows, and we'll soon -be afloat again."</p> - -<p>Dick's enthusiasm and energy were contagious. In a short time they were -all busy dragging small dead trees from the woods to the beach. The logs -were laid criss-cross, and under Widdy's direction, were tied together -with strong, trailing vines, of which there were many available.</p> - -<p>To make the raft more secure, they cut down, with the hatchet, a number -of saplings, which were bound in and out among the larger logs,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> giving -them the necessary stiffness. At the close of the first day they had a -large raft, capable of holding them all, and it was nearly ready to be -floated.</p> - -<p>"But it must have more wood in," decided Dick, as they sat about the -campfire that night, eating a scanty ration which was served out. "We -may encounter a storm, and the more wood we have in our craft the higher -it will ride. Then we must build a sort of platform on which to store -our food and water, and we'll also rig some lifelines, of the vines, to -keep us from pitching overboard."</p> - -<p>"Right you are, my hearty! All regular and shipshape!" exclaimed Widdy. -"We'll get away from this place, and catch those kidnappers yet, split -my lee scuppers if we don't!"</p> - -<p>"And get my yacht back, too, I hope," added the young captain. "I'd like -to know who has her."</p> - -<p>If Dick had been able to peer into the comfortable cabin of his yacht at -that moment he would have been very much surprised at the sight which -would have met his eyes.</p> - -<p>They renewed work on the raft next morning, after a more comfortable -night spent in the bower than was their first. Other logs and saplings -were added to the rude craft, and a platform was constructed out of -driftwood, and pieces of the boxes in which the kidnappers had left food -for the young Cuban.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p><p>"There, that will keep our stuff dry for a while, anyhow," remarked -Dick. "Now about taking some fresh water along; what would you advise, -Widdy?"</p> - -<p>"Water's going to be our worst trouble," declared the old sailor. "But -we've got quite a few tins that's had food in 'em. We can fill those, -and by only taking a small sip when we're dry it may last us until we -are picked up. If it doesn't——" He did not finish, but the boys knew -what he meant—they would suffer terribly.</p> - -<p>For two days more they worked on the raft, for they knew their very -lives would depend on its stability, and Dick would take no chances. -They even made a sort of awning on it—a shelter from the sun—using old -bags. Then a good-sized cask was luckily cast ashore by the tide, one -morning, and that served admirably to hold a good supply of water.</p> - -<p>All this while a sharp lookout had been kept for passing vessels, but, -though once or twice smoke from steamers, hull down on the horizon, had -been seen, none approached the island, and the tattered signals -fluttered desolately in the wind. But Dick and his marooned chums were -too busy to give up hope.</p> - -<p>"If we only had more food I wouldn't worry so much," said the young -millionaire, the night before they were to start off on the raft. "Our -supply is getting lower, and, though we can take along a lot of clams, -and maybe catch some fish,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> it's going to be mighty small eating for a -while, fellows."</p> - -<p>"I had pretty good luck catching fish to-day," announced Beeby. "Maybe -we can get a lot and smoke 'em!"</p> - -<p>"The very thing!" cried Dick. "We'll wait another day, and take along a -supply of smoked fish."</p> - -<p>They crawled into the bower that night, and stretched out on beds of dry -seaweed, wondering and fearing what the morrow would bring forth.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXIX</span> <span class="smaller">THE RESCUE</span></h2> - -<p>With soft clams for bait, Paul Drew and Tim Muldoon made up the fishing -party next day, while Dick, Henry and Widdy, aided by the two Cubans, -put the finishing touches on the raft. Beeby went off with his camera, -which he had brought to the island. He said he wanted to get some last -views of the place where they had been marooned.</p> - -<p>The fishing, which was done off some rocks that jutted out from shore, -was good, and soon the two youths had a fine supply. The old sailor -cleaned them, and then, laid on a network of sticks, over a slow fire, -the fish were smoked, to preserve them for use as food when the voyage -of the raft should have been started.</p> - -<p>The tins and cask were filled with water, and fastened to the raised -platform in the centre of the craft. What little food remained was -carefully stored aboard, together with as many soft clams as could be -gathered.</p> - -<p>"We can catch some fish as we sail along," <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span>remarked Frank Bender, "but -we'll have to eat them raw."</p> - -<p>"Raw? Not a bit of it!" cried Dick. "I've just thought of something. We -can make a stone fireplace aboard the raft, and take along some wood. -Then, when it doesn't rain—and it's not likely to for a while—we can -cook. I never thought of that before, but I've often seen fires built on -big lumber rafts, and ours is large enough. We won't have to eat our -fish raw, if we're lucky enough to catch any. And another thing, I'm -going to rig up some sort of a sail. We can do it with pieces of the -bagging. Then we can get some motion beside that of drifting. Oh, before -we get through with this we'll have a regular ocean steamer," and he -laughed gaily.</p> - -<p>He was soon constructing the fireplace on the raft, with a bed of dirt -beneath the stones to avoid danger from fire. Henry Darby helped, and -Frank Bender gathered a supply of dry wood, which was stored in one of -the wooden boxes under the platform. Then a mast, with a boom at top and -bottom, to hold distended a square sail of bagging, was made, and -erected.</p> - -<p>"Now, we begin to look like something," declared Dick, as he surveyed -the raft. "We'll float her at high tide to-morrow, and then we'll see -how she rides. She may not be as swift as my steam yacht, but she'll -answer, I hope."</p> - -<p>"What are you going to christen her?" asked Henry.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p><p>"Guess we'll call her the <i>Albatross II</i>," said Dick, and that name was -selected.</p> - -<p>It was now time for the scanty dinner, which was all that could be -served, for rations were scarce, when Beeby came panting from the woods, -and dashed down the beach toward his companions, who were grouped around -Dick.</p> - -<p>"I got 'em!" he cried. "I got 'em!"</p> - -<p>"Got what?" asked the young millionaire, anxiously.</p> - -<p>"A whole lot of birds! They're like chickens, nice, and plump, and fat! -I got 'em. I sneaked up on 'em, and they didn't hear me, and I got 'em! -They ought to make fine eating!"</p> - -<p>"Good for you!" cried Dick. "Like chickens, eh? Well, we'll wait dinner -and cook some now, and also take some cooked ones along on the raft. -You're all right, Beeby, if you are fat. Where are they, and how many -did you kill?"</p> - -<p>"Kill? I didn't kill any!" was the surprising answer. "I meant that I -snapshotted 'em. I'll make a dandy picture! There must have been a -hundred birds! I used my last film on 'em!"</p> - -<p>For an instant Dick looked at the fat cadet. The hope that had risen -high in all their hearts was rudely dispelled. Beeby gazed about, trying -to understand wherein he had offended, for the silence was ominous.</p> - -<p>"Throw him down, and stuff sand in his mouth!" cried Dick, at length. -"The idea of telling us you have a whole lot of birds like chickens,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span> -and we about to eat some scraps of corned-beef, and cold clams, and -then, when our mouths are all watering, you say you snapshotted 'em! -Snapshotted 'em! You ought to be made to eat some fricasseed clam -shells, Beeby."</p> - -<p>"Why—why, didn't you want me to take a picture of 'em?" asked the stout -youth, blankly.</p> - -<p>"Take a picture of 'em? Why, in the name of the sacred cat, didn't you -shoot some for dinner?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"I—I didn't have the rifle. But I'll go back and see if I can pot some. -There are hundreds of 'em."</p> - -<p>"No, we'll have grub first, and then we'll see what we can do. It sounds -good, and I guess, after all, you're entitled to a vote of thanks, -Innis, for discovering them."</p> - -<p>Dick and Beeby went hunting that afternoon, and the young millionaire, -who was a good shot with the rifle, managed to get a number of the plump -birds. They were roasted, and furnished a good supper, while a quantity -of the cooked fowl were put aboard the raft for future use.</p> - -<p>The next morning, bidding farewell to the desolate island, where they -had been marooned for nearly a week, the little party floated the raft -at high tide, got aboard, and, hoisting the rude sail, while Widdy -steered with a sweep, which he had improvised from a sapling, and a -board from a box, they set off—for where they did not know.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p><p>There was a light wind, and the day was fair, and Widdy, who had all -the instinct of an old salt, headed the raft, as well as he could, -toward Cuba. They did not hope to reach it, or, rather, they hoped they -would be picked up before having to sail so far.</p> - -<p>Of their voyage on the raft they talked for many years afterward, for it -was a novel experience. At first, it was not so bad, for the sea was -calm, and they even built a fire and cooked some fish which they caught. -Senor Valdez volunteered to serve in the "galley," as Dick called it, -the Cuban gentleman proving an expert chef, even with such rude -facilities at his command. He and his son were jolly good companions, as -well, for, now that they had each other, no hardships seemed too much -for them.</p> - -<p>The raft, naturally, made slow progress, but to the boys anything was -better than remaining on the lonely island, waiting for a vessel to take -them off.</p> - -<p>For three days they sailed on, uneventfully. They had enough to eat to -keep them from feeling hungry, though there was no great variety, and -they had water to drink, though it was flat and warm. They even managed -to get some sleep on piles of seaweed which had been put on the raft.</p> - -<p>But the sea, as if tired of being so calm, kicked up a fuss on the -fourth day out, and waves began to come aboard. The fire was put out, -and some of the tins of water washed overboard. This was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> a severe loss, -for their scant supply was getting lower each hour. They were wet and -miserable, and when it came on to rain, the only consolation in the -storm was that they caught a little fresh water.</p> - -<p>The next day proved hot and muggy, when the body seemed to want as much -water as a sponge. Dick, backed up by Widdy, would let only a little of -the fresh fluid be used. The boys were advised to keep their bodies wet, -as this helped to slake their thirst. There was little difficulty in -this, as the spray and waves kept every one aboard the raft more or less -soaked.</p> - -<p>They had to eat cold victuals, and on the fifth day, even these were -limited in quantity, for the food was giving out.</p> - -<p>It was a forlorn and weary raft of adventurers that sailed slowly over -the sea, with every one aboard straining his eyes for a sight of a ship -that would rescue them.</p> - -<p>"It certainly is tough," murmured Beeby, when he was allowed but a -mouthful of water. "Terribly tough! I'm awful dry!"</p> - -<p>"Think of something else!" counseled Dick. "We may be picked up -to-morrow."</p> - -<p>They were not, though, and with their supply of food down almost to -nothing, and only a little water left, their situation was desperate. -Poor Grit whined and looked up into Dick's face, as if trying to -understand why he did not have all the meat and water he wanted. The -young <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span>millionaire (and what a mockery his wealth seemed to him then) -shared his rations with the dogs, but would not allow the others to -deprive themselves of any of theirs. Dick only drew his belt tighter, -and gazed off into space, hoping against hope that he would see a ship. -He wet his parched lips, and prayed silently—not so much for himself, -as for the others, while Grit whined at his feet, and licked his hand.</p> - -<p>The little puppy, not being able to stand the strain, died, and, rather -sorrowfully, they cast him overboard.</p> - -<p>It was on the ninth day out—a hot, broiling day—when the sun seemed -fairly to sizzle through the bagging awning, and force out every drop of -moisture from one's body. There was not an ounce of water left, and -death stared them in the face. They lay about the raft limply, almost -too weak to speak.</p> - -<p>It was Widdy who first saw the approaching, ship. At first he feared his -eyes were deceiving him, and he rubbed them, and stared again and again, -to make sure, before he ventured to cry out:</p> - -<p>"Sail ho!"</p> - -<p>They all leaped to their feet with new strength at his words, and gazed -where he pointed. At first it was but a speck, but they shouted and -waved any rag or piece of clothing they could catch up. Of course, their -feeble voices did not carry, but they must have been seen, for, -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span>presently, when the ship was made out to be a steamer, they saw the -course changed, and she bore down upon them.</p> - -<p>"We're saved, thank God!" gasped Dick, and there were tears in his eyes, -while Grit, as if catching the spirit of hope, leaped about, and barked -joyously.</p> - -<p>An hour later they were aboard the steamer <i>Trascaron</i>, and were being -fed cautiously on soup and weak tea, while their raft was abandoned, and -with thankful hearts they learned that they were aboard a vessel bound -for Santiago.</p> - -<p>"And when we get there I'm going to hire another yacht, and search for -mine!" declared Dick, with something of a return of his former energy.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXX</span> <span class="smaller">THE PURSUIT</span></h2> - -<p>No bad effects followed our friends' exposure on the raft, and starved -bodies were soon well nourished by the good food supplied aboard the -<i>Trascaron</i>, whose captain could not do enough for the young -millionaire's party.</p> - -<p>Dick asked eagerly for news of his missing yacht, but could obtain none, -and was forced to content himself until they arrived at Santiago. There -his first act was to send a cablegram to his father, telling something -of Uncle Ezra's daring acts, how they were marooned on the island, and -of his intention to search for the <i>Albatross</i>.</p> - -<p>Incidentally, Dick asked for some money, since most of his was aboard -the stolen yacht, and Mr. Hamilton promptly cabled a large sum, -sufficient to hire a steamer for a month. Dick, after fitting himself -and friends out with new clothing, next visited the lawyer, whom he had -engaged to search for the Valdez family, informing the attorney that no -further steps were necessary. The Cuban father and son were installed in -comfortable rooms in the hotel where Dick and his <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span>companions were -quartered, and Senor Valdez was told that Mrs. Hamilton, his wife's -cousin, had made ample provision for him, so that he could set up in -business again.</p> - -<p>Senor Valdez and his son also signed certain papers in reference to the -property in New York, clearing the title, and making it unnecessary for -them to leave Cuba. They would receive their tenth share of the value of -the land, which, with what provision Mrs. Hamilton had made for them in -her will, placed them beyond the reach of want.</p> - -<p>"And, now that's done, I'm going to get busy on my own account, and find -my yacht," remarked Dick one evening to his chums, as they sat in the -parlor from which their sleeping-rooms opened.</p> - -<p>"Yes, it's time you did something for yourself; you've had us on your -hands long enough," remarked Paul.</p> - -<p>"Well, we had lots of fun, even if we were marooned, and nearly -shipwrecked," declared the young millionaire.</p> - -<p>Negotiations for the hire of a small, but swift, steamer were completed -the next day, and Dick and his friends went aboard. Of course, Grit went -also. Inquiries had failed to throw any light as to who might have -stolen Dick's yacht and launch from Stone Island, nor was any trace -found of the steamer <i>Princess</i>, containing Uncle Ezra and the men and -two youths whom he had hired to kidnap Dick.</p> - -<p>"Then, if you can't get any trace, how are you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span> going to know in which -direction to search?" asked Beeby. "You can't cover all the waters -around Cuba."</p> - -<p>"I don't intend to," replied Dick. "In the first place, Captain Barton, -and the others of the crew are—or were—aboard my yacht when it was -captured. They are either aboard her now or they have been put ashore -somewhere by the thieves. In the latter case, we will hear something -from them sooner or later, for they'll communicate with us, and we'll -get a clue to work on. If they are still held as prisoners, I'll have to -adopt a different course."</p> - -<p>"And what'll it be?" asked Paul Drew.</p> - -<p>"Why, I think our best plan is to sail back to Stone Island."</p> - -<p>"Stone Island?" cried Henry Darby.</p> - -<p>"Do you mean to camp out there again?" asked Frank.</p> - -<p>"No, we had enough of that," answered the wealthy lad. "But I have an -idea that the men who stole my yacht have a sort of headquarters on that -island. We didn't have time to look for it, but it must be there. What -would be more natural than that they will either hang around in that -vicinity, or even visit the island."</p> - -<p>"Hardly that, if they think we are there still," objected Beeby.</p> - -<p>"That's just it. They may think we have been taken off by some steamer, -and that the coast is clear, so that they can come back. If they do we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> -have them, and so I think our best plan is to set sail for the island -where we were marooned."</p> - -<p>"I guess you're right, Dick," admitted Paul.</p> - -<p>The next day the <i>Golconda</i>, which was the steamer Dick had hired, -slipped away from her dock, and headed for Stone Island. Aboard her, -though the boys did not live as finely as they had in the yacht of the -young millionaire, they had a good time, and most of their hours were -spent on deck, as they cruised on, looking for a sight of the -<i>Albatross</i>.</p> - -<p>Dick declared that he was getting cross-eyed from so constantly looking -through the binoculars, but he would not give up. Many ships were -passed, but they proved to be other than the <i>Albatross</i>. Nor was the -<i>Princess</i> sighted.</p> - -<p>"I guess Uncle Ezra and his crowd had enough, and went back to New -York," ventured Dick. "My uncle is probably in Dankville now, figuring -up how much money he lost. Oh, won't I have the laugh on him when I -jolly him for kidnapping the wrong person!"</p> - -<p>"I'd do more than <i>jolly</i> him," said Beeby, vindictively. "He ought to -be arrested."</p> - -<p>"Oh, Uncle Ezra is a peculiar man," said Dick. "He can make himself -believe that he acted just right. He's afraid I'll die a pauper in the -poorhouse, I guess."</p> - -<p>Forward sailed the <i>Golconda</i>, even to Stone Island, but there was no -sight of the missing yacht. They anchored in the bay where Dick's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> fine -craft had previously come to rest, just before the theft, and, -cautioning captain and crew to be on their guard, Dick and his chums, -well armed, went ashore with Widdy, who was now one of their party.</p> - -<p>But there was no trace of any visitors since they had left to make the -voyage on the raft, and they found their camp desolate, and undisturbed.</p> - -<p>"Well, I guess I was wrong, thinking they'd come back here," said Dick, -rather disappointed, when, after a day spent on the island, they -prepared to go back on board the steamer. "But we'll search farther."</p> - -<p>They did, and the voyage was kept up for a week, sailing here and there, -but always in the vicinity of the island. Once they returned to Santiago -to inquire if any news had been heard of either ship, but none had. Then -they began their search of the waste of waters again, stopping at or -near several small islands or keys, and inquiring of many vessels which -they spoke as they manœuvred about.</p> - -<p>"My yacht seems to have disappeared from this vicinity," admitted Dick, -ruefully, when the second week was half gone. "I guess I'll have to give -up."</p> - -<p>"Don't you do it, matey!" exclaimed old Widdy, smashing his pipe down on -deck, a favorite diversion of his whenever he was excited. "Keep after -'em! You'll find 'em yet, split my lee scuppers if you won't!"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p><p>And so the young millionaire resolved not to give up just yet.</p> - -<p>It was on the last day of the second week, when, as they were cruising -about almost within sight of Stone Island, that they saw the smoke of a -steamer, which seemed bearing down in the direction of the place where -the kidnapped youth had been left.</p> - -<p>"Here comes a ship," spoke Beeby, who was using the glasses.</p> - -<p>"Let me see?" requested Dick, and he took a long view. "I don't believe -it's my yacht," he said, "yet it's coming in this direction, and very -few ships have trade or business in this locality. Captain, I think -we'll steam forward and meet her."</p> - -<p>The young millionaire's word was law aboard the ship he had hired, and, -accordingly, the <i>Golconda</i> was put about, and headed toward the unknown -vessel.</p> - -<p>This soon gave them a better view, and the boys crowded around their -host, anxious for the first word that would proclaim if it was the yacht -they sought, or some other craft.</p> - -<p>Dick's eyes were glued to the binoculars, as he stood on the bridge, -peering eagerly forward.</p> - -<p>"Is it her?" asked Beeby.</p> - -<p>"I can't quite make out. She looks something like the <i>Albatross</i>, yet -the funnel is a different color."</p> - -<p>"Maybe they painted it again, to deceive <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span>people," suggested Henry -Darby. "Why—look—she's turning around!"</p> - -<p>They all stared in wonder, for the vessel, for some reason, was swinging -about in a big circle, retracing her course.</p> - -<p>"Can we go a little faster?" asked Dick of the captain.</p> - -<p>"<i>Si</i>, senor," was the reply, and the engine room telegraph clanged out -an order. The <i>Golconda</i> leaped ahead.</p> - -<p>As the boat, to which the gaze of all was directed, swung around, so -that her stern was toward the vessel containing Dick and his chums, the -young millionaire uttered a startled cry. Passing the glasses to Paul -Drew, and bidding him look, Dick exclaimed:</p> - -<p>"It's her! It's my yacht! It's the <i>Albatross</i>!"</p> - -<p>"It sure is," agreed Paul, a moment later. "I can read her name under -the stern."</p> - -<p>"After her!" fairly yelled Dick. "After her, captain! Use every ounce of -steam you can, for we <i>must</i> catch her!"</p> - -<p>"I'll go down in the engine room and talk Dutch to the firemen," -volunteered Widdy, who had the privilege of the bridge. He hastened -away, while Dick took another view of his yacht, that was steaming away -from him so rapidly. But the <i>Golconda</i> was increasing her speed also, -and the "bone in her teeth" grew larger in size, while the screw -threshed the water at the stern more violently. The pursuit was on.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span>CHAPTER XXXI</span> <span class="smaller">"MAN OVERBOARD!"—CONCLUSION</span></h2> - -<p>Of the eagerness with which he watched the chase, and noted the distance -between the two vessels, Dick was hardly aware at the time. But he -realized that he was under a great strain, and none more strongly than -when he found he could scarcely open his cramped hands from holding the -binoculars, through which he was looking at his yacht. He tried to make -out figures aboard the steamer, but could not.</p> - -<p>"Why do you think they turned about and ran?" asked Paul.</p> - -<p>"They probably suspected something," replied Dick. "They saw us headed -toward them, and got frightened."</p> - -<p>"Do you think you can catch up to her?" asked Beeby. "She's going at a -pretty good clip."</p> - -<p>"The time was when I wanted my yacht to be swift," answered Dick, "but -now I wouldn't care if she was a regular canal boat—until I boarded -her. But this steamer's got some speed, too, and I am hoping that those -on the <i>Albatross</i> won't know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> how to get the best out of her. In that -case, we can overhaul her."</p> - -<p>But it was not going to be an easy task, as was soon demonstrated. The -<i>Golconda</i> closed up part of the gap between her bow and the stern of -Dick's yacht, and that seemed all she was able to do. The stern chase -was kept up, and was likely to prove a proverbially long one.</p> - -<p>Then, whether Widdy succeeded in infusing some of his own eagerness into -the firemen, or whether the <i>Golconda</i> took it into her own notion to do -better, was not apparent, but, at any rate, she did several more knots -an hour, and toward the close of that afternoon, Dick was made happy by -seeing his stolen yacht nearer to him.</p> - -<p>"We must get her before dark, or she'll slip away in the night," he -said.</p> - -<p>"<i>Si</i>, senor," replied the Spanish captain. "We will have her soon, now. -They are losing speed."</p> - -<p>And it did seem so. Little by little the <i>Golconda</i> crept up. Persons -aboard the <i>Albatross</i> could be seen hurrying to and fro on deck, but -Dick could not make out who they were.</p> - -<p>"But we'll board her, and put them in irons, whether they're pirates, -with the reputation of Captain Kidd, or not," declared the young -millionaire, savagely.</p> - -<p>Nearer and nearer raced the pursuing vessel. The two were now but half a -mile apart, and every moment was lessening the distance. Dick was in a -fever of impatience, fearing something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span> would happen that would allow -the thieves of his yacht to escape with her.</p> - -<p>"We'll have her in half an hour more!" he cried. "Eh, captain?"</p> - -<p>"<i>Si</i>, senor. Perhaps in less. I will see——"</p> - -<p>He did not finish the sentence. Instead he half uttered a cry of -astonishment, and pointed toward the <i>Albatross</i>. Dick looked, and saw a -figure shoot over the rail of his yacht, and fall into the sea with a -splash.</p> - -<p>"Man overboard! Man overboard!" he yelled, as if those aboard his own -swift vessel could hear him.</p> - -<p>"Why—why—they're not going to stop to pick him up!" cried Beeby, who -was beside his wealthy chum. "They're going to let him drown!"</p> - -<p>"He's struggling in the water!" announced Paul Drew.</p> - -<p>"Shall I——" began the captain, looking at Dick. The young millionaire -knew what was meant. In the name of humanity they must stop and lower a -boat to save the man in the sea, for the <i>Albatross</i> was keeping on, at -unslackened speed. Dick hesitated. The <i>Golconda</i> was nearing the -struggling figure. To stop meant that his yacht ahead would draw further -away—she might so increase her distance that it would be impossible to -catch up to her before dark—and then—Dick knew the chances were slim -of ever seeing his craft again. Yet he hesitated only for a moment.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p><p>"Lay to, and lower a boat, captain," he said quietly. "We can't let the -poor fellow drown." No one knew what it cost Dick to say those words.</p> - -<p>The engine room telegraph clanged out an order to slow up. Almost at -once the effect was apparent. The <i>Albatross</i> seemed to shoot ahead. A -boat was quickly lowered from the <i>Golconda</i>, and the Spanish sailors -soon had rescued the man in the water. A limp and wet figure he lay in -the bottom of the small craft, as it was rowed back to the steamer's -side. Dick was gazing at his fast-fleeing yacht, and he could scarcely -keep down a lump in his throat. There was a mist before his eyes. He -thought she was gone forever.</p> - -<p>The rescued man was hauled up on deck.</p> - -<p>"Get under way as quickly as you can, captain," ordered Dick, as the -boat was hoisted to the davits. "We may catch them yet."</p> - -<p>"<i>Si</i>, senor."</p> - -<p>Dick strolled off the bridge to inquire how the half-drowned man was -getting on, and also, to learn, if possible, the identity of the men who -had stolen his yacht.</p> - -<p>The rescued one was sitting up on deck, in a steamer chair, having -recovered consciousness, due to the rough and ready treatment of the -sailors. Dick saw an elderly man, with a little bunch of white whiskers -on his chin. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p><p>Grit, at his master's heels, growled ominously. The hair on his back -stood up, as it only did when he saw some one whom he hated, and who -disliked him.</p> - -<p>"Quiet, Grit!" said Dick, in a low voice.</p> - -<p>At the sound of the lad's words the man, who was covered with a blanket, -arose unsteadily to his feet. Dick could scarcely believe his eyes.</p> - -<p>"Ah—er—is it you, Nephew Richard?" asked the rescued one, slowly.</p> - -<p>"Uncle—Ezra—Larabee!" gasped the young millionaire. "Is it possibly -you?"</p> - -<p>"What's left of me—yes—Nephew Richard. Oh, I've had a fearful time—I -almost drowned, and those terrible men took all my money. Oh, it was -awful! Never—never again will I undertake such a task, no matter who I -try to save!"</p> - -<p>"Did those pirates capture you, too, as well as my yacht, Uncle Ezra?" -asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"No—I—I captured your yacht, Nephew Richard," gasped Mr. Larabee, -slowly. "But it's a long story, and I'm too weak to tell it now. I—I -fell overboard, trying to look and see how near you were to us! Oh, I -thought I'd drown, but you saved me! I—I—thank you!" The words seemed -to come unwillingly.</p> - -<p>"You—captured—my—yacht?" asked Dick, slowly, wondering if he had -heard aright.</p> - -<p>"That's what I did—but it was for your own good, Nephew Richard. I'm -too weak to talk more now. Please get me some medicine. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span> know I'll -catch rheumatism from getting wet, and then I'll have a doctor's bill to -pay."</p> - -<p>"Take him below—to my stateroom," ordered the young millionaire. "I'll -see him later. Now to try and get my yacht. The idea of Uncle Ezra -having taken her! I never dreamed of it! I can't understand it."</p> - -<p>Dick hastened to the bridge again. It was getting dusk, and he feared -the chase would be useless. He was met by Widdy.</p> - -<p>"She's stopped! She's laid to, Mr. Dick!" cried the old salt.</p> - -<p>"Who has?"</p> - -<p>"Your yacht! She's waiting for us—she's coming to meet us! I guess -they're giving up!"</p> - -<p>Dick, scarcely able to believe his eyes, peered off in the direction of -the <i>Albatross</i>. True enough, she was swinging about and approaching the -<i>Golconda</i>. Dick could not understand what it meant.</p> - -<p>He did a little later, though, when, having come within hailing -distance, the Spanish steamer having been brought to a stop, Dick, -looking across the intervening water, saw Captain Barton waving his hand -to him.</p> - -<p>"Captain Hamilton ahoy!" cried the old skipper. "Are you all right?"</p> - -<p>"Yes! How about you? Is my yacht safe?" yelled back Dick.</p> - -<p>"Aye, aye! My crew and I have been the prisoners of a gang of dastardly -scoundrels, up to within a few minutes ago, when we broke out,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span> and took -command again. I've got the villains in irons in the brig, but your -Uncle Ezra is missing. He fell overboard and was drowned, they tell me."</p> - -<p>"No, we have him here," shouted Dick. "It's all right, but there's lots -to be explained. I'm coming aboard."</p> - -<p>Ten minutes later he was on the deck of his own yacht once more, shaking -hands with Captain Barton, while Grit was frisking joyously about, even -making friends with Hans, the cook.</p> - -<p>"And they made you prisoners, did they?" asked Dick of the commander.</p> - -<p>"Yes, and we've been locked up ever since they sneaked up on us at the -island, and took the vessel."</p> - -<p>"But dey didn't shut me oop," explained Hans, the cook, proudly. "Dey -vanted some one to make noodle soup for dem, und dey left me loose. Den -I bakes a pie, und I puts in it alretty a file und a saw, und vat should -happen but dot Captain Barton he gets der pie und saws mit 'em his way -out alretty yet. Yes—no?"</p> - -<p>"That's how it happened," declared the commander, with a glance of -approval at Hans Weyler. "But how did you ever get on our track, Dick? I -was afraid you had died on that island."</p> - -<p>"I'll tell you all about it," promised the young millionaire, "but first -let me know whom you have locked up as prisoners? Are they a regular -band of pirates?"</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></p><p>"They're the same fellows who, under the misdirected ideas of your -Uncle Ezra, tried once before to kidnap you," said the captain. "Locked -up in the brig are Sam Newton and Ike Murdock, and with them are two -young acquaintances of yours—Guy Fletcher and Simon Scardale!"</p> - -<p>"Well, wouldn't that jar you!" exclaimed Dick, weakly. "I never -suspected they had my yacht. And Uncle Ezra, too! Well, it's been a -series of wonders all the way along! But is the yacht damaged?"</p> - -<p>"Not a bit, only those fellows didn't know how to sail her. Ike and Sam -brought some of their crew aboard, and I've got them in irons, too, -though they aren't really to blame, as they only did what they were -hired to do. Now for explanations."</p> - -<p>They were soon briefly told. Beginning from the time when he cast anchor -in the little bay, off Stone Island, and Dick and his chums went ashore -in the launch, Captain Barton told of the capture of his vessel. He and -his crew suspected nothing when they saw the yacht's launch approaching, -and it was not until Newton and Murdock, in company with a number of -lusty and savage men, had gained the deck, and attacked Captain Barton -and his crew, that any hint of foul play was suspected. Taken unawares, -the commander of the <i>Albatross</i> and his men could do little. They were -locked up below, and what happened after that they learned from time to -time.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span></p><p>The launch was hoisted aboard by the kidnappers, and the anchor gotten -up. Then out from a small bay, where she had been hidden, came the -steamer <i>Princess</i>, containing, among others, Uncle Ezra, Guy and Simon. -With a couple of men left aboard her to steer, the others of the -rascally crew, whom Mr. Larabee had hired, took up their quarters on -Dick's yacht, which was soon towing the <i>Princess</i>.</p> - -<p>It seems that after Newton and Murdock had made the blunder, and -captured the Cuban youth instead of Dick, they evolved a plan to redeem -their mistake. They learned, by skilfully questioning the youth, that -Alantrez was not his real name, and, forcing him to tell his true one, -and knowing something of the quest of the young millionaire, they -figured out that the Cuban was the relative whom Dick was seeking.</p> - -<p>They planned to leave young Valdez on Stone Island, with enough food for -a long stay, and then the kidnappers sailed away, touching at a small -seaport to send the letter which the Cuban lad's father received.</p> - -<p>Newton and Murdock, who were shrewd scoundrels, figured that when the -parent of the kidnapped boy learned that he was gone, he would reveal -his true name, and that Dick would thus discover his relative. The -kidnappers also thought that nothing would be more natural than that the -young millionaire would offer the use of his yacht to aid his mother's -relative recover his son.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span></p><p>Things turned out just as the scoundrels desired, though not exactly in -the order on which they counted, for Dick did not discover his -relatives' identity until on the island.</p> - -<p>But he did sail for the lonely place, as we have seen, and Uncle Ezra, -and the men whom he had hired, were on the watch. The crabbed old man -thought that if he could capture Dick's yacht, it would so discourage -his nephew that he would give up the cruising notion, and so save his -money.</p> - -<p>Watching their opportunity, Newton, Murdock and the others stole out -from their hiding-place, when Dick and his companions were ashore, -seeking for the Cuban, and captured the <i>Albatross</i>, as I have said. -They had no intention of leaving the young millionaire and his friends -to starve, for Mr. Larabee insisted that they must return, and take off -his nephew after a few days. They knew there was food enough on the -island to last them all for some time.</p> - -<p>But dissensions arose among the scoundrels, when they had put out to -sea, and quarrels delayed the return of the yacht to the island. In the -meanwhile, the <i>Princess</i> had been sold, and the entire party went -aboard the <i>Albatross</i>, the captain and crew of which, with the -exception of the cook, were kept close prisoners.</p> - -<p>Finally, Mr. Larabee, anxious about his nephew, prevailed upon Newton -and the others to return to Stone Island, but Dick and his chums<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> had -set off on their raft. Not finding the young millionaire, and fearing -that the entire party had perished, Mr. Larabee was a very much -frightened man. He did not know what to do, fearing to return home, and -face Mr. Hamilton, yet dreading to leave the vicinity of the island, -where he had left his relative after confiscating his yacht.</p> - -<p>So the crabbed old man, and his companions cruised about, hoping to hear -some news from the marooned party, yet being afraid to venture into port -to make inquiries, for they reasoned that search would be made for them, -because of the kidnapping. Thus they sailed aimlessly about until the -<i>Golconda</i> sighted them, and, suspecting from the manner in which she -headed directly for them, that she was looking for them, Murdock and his -cronies turned and fled, Mr. Larabee urging them to speed away from what -he feared would prove to be the grip of the law.</p> - -<p>The rest is known; how Mr. Larabee, leaning too far over the rail, to -watch the chase, fell overboard and was rescued by the vessel Dick had -hired. Captain Barton told how he and his crew, about this time, broke -from their prison, having sawed their way out by tools furnished by -Hans, the cook. They had a hard, desperate, but short struggle to subdue -Murdock and his men, but succeeded the more easily as the firemen and -engineers were becoming dissatisfied with Mr. Larabee's treatment of -them.</p> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></p><p>In his turn, Dick told all that had happened to him since sailing away -from the island on the raft.</p> - -<p>"And now I'm here, and I'm going to stay on my own yacht," declared the -young millionaire. "I guess the boys will be glad to come aboard, too."</p> - -<p>The two cadets, Henry, Frank and Tim Muldoon were soon in their former -staterooms, while Guy, Simon, the two kidnappers, and the men in their -employ were told that they would be sent aboard the <i>Golconda</i>, to be -returned to Santiago.</p> - -<p>"The authorities there can do as they please with them," said Dick. -"Senor Valdez and his son can make a charge of kidnapping, if they -choose. I'm not going to bother with them, or take them as prisoners to -New York. I don't want to see them again. Let 'em go, as far as I'm -concerned. They didn't kidnap me."</p> - -<p>Guy and Simon pleaded to be taken back home, but Dick was firm. He said -he would run no further chances with them, and so, closely guarded, the -two unscrupulous youth, together with their older companions, were -transferred to the Spanish steamer.</p> - -<p>"What are you going to do with your Uncle Ezra?" asked Captain Barton.</p> - -<p>"Take him back home," answered Dick. "I guess he's had his lesson," and -very glad Mr. Larabee was to be taken aboard the <i>Albatross</i>.</p> - -<p>"And what are your plans, Captain Hamilton?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span> inquired Captain Barton, -as the two vessels parted company the next day, the <i>Golconda</i> sailing -back to Santiago, and the other yacht making toward New York.</p> - -<p>"Oh, I'm going to give the boys a good time," announced the young -millionaire. "We haven't had much fun, as yet. Too much going on. Now -for a quiet cruise, life on some unknown island, if we like, and back -home in time for the winter term at the Kentfield Academy. We're out for -fun, now."</p> - -<p>"But—but, my dear nephew," ventured Uncle Ezra, "it will cost a lot of -money to keep this yacht going. I know, for I have spent considerable of -late."</p> - -<p>"I don't mind," answered Dick. "I'm going to give my friends a good -time. I may not have another chance to travel."</p> - -<p>But Dick did, as will be related in the next volume of this series, -which will be entitled "Dick Hamilton's Football Team; or, a Young -Millionaire on the Gridiron," and in which book we will renew our -acquaintance with the wealthy lad, and his friends and enemies.</p> - -<p>Dick's first act, after straightening out the tangle in which he found -himself, was to send a wireless to his father, telling of his safety, -and giving, in brief, an account of what had happened. Then the yacht -headed for New York, which was reached without incident, save that off -Cape Hatteras they went through a severe storm, carrying<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span> away one of -the auxiliary masts, and part of the wireless apparatus. Then, after a -visit to Hamilton Corners, with his friends, Dick arranged to take his -party for a trip along the New England coast, where later they had a -fine time, camping on a small island.</p> - -<p>Mr. Larabee was a very much subdued man when he got back home. He even -tried to pet Grit, but the bulldog would have nothing to do with him, -for which Dick was thankful.</p> - -<p>Mr. Hamilton was very indignant at his brother-in-law, and was -half-minded to take some action against him.</p> - -<p>"Whatever possessed you to do such a thing, Ezra?" asked the -millionaire. "Why, as I understand it, you tried twice to have my son -kidnapped, and nearly succeeded the third time."</p> - -<p>"Don't—don't use that word 'kidnapped,' Mortimer," pleaded the old man. -"It wasn't really kidnapping. I only wanted to get Dick away a certain -time for his own good, until he was over this yachting notion. It was to -keep him from wasting his money, since you wouldn't prevent him."</p> - -<p>"Of course not; it was his own money," answered Mr. Hamilton. "But do -you know you laid yourself liable to a severe penalty of the law, Ezra? -You might be given a long sentence, or a heavy fine, for what you did."</p> - -<p>"Don't say that, Mortimer," begged Mr. Larabee. "I meant it for the -best. I had Dick's interests at heart. Land knows, I lost enough money<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span> -as it was, and I was in hopes that you would reimburse me. Hiring -steamers is very costly."</p> - -<p>"You'll not get a cent from me!" declared Mr. Hamilton, decidedly, "and -you can consider yourself lucky if Senor Valdez doesn't prosecute you."</p> - -<p>"Oh, dear! I never thought of all that!" exclaimed the old man. "I did -it all for Dick's good. I would have treated him well if I had only -succeeded in getting him away."</p> - -<p>"Well, I'm glad you didn't," said Mr. Hamilton, more softly. After all, -he could partly forgive Mr. Larabee, who might honestly have been -actuated by what he thought was a right idea.</p> - -<p>Mr. Larabee did not stay long in Hamilton Corners. He and Grit did not -get on at all well together, and the old man had to be constantly on the -lookout for the bulldog, who took delight in hiding in dark places, and -unexpectedly making a dash for the old man's legs, growling fiercely. -Perhaps the animal would not have bitten him, but Mr. Larabee said it -made him nervous. So, after begging Dick's forgiveness, which the young -millionaire freely offered, the crabbed old man went back to Dankville, -sadder, and, perhaps, wiser, in a way.</p> - -<p>Dick, on thinking the whole affair over, came to the conclusion that, -after all, he had rather enjoyed it than otherwise, and so had his -chums, though they had been in danger at times.</p> - -<p>Henry Darby found his old iron business more prosperous than ever. Frank -Bender said he felt<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> so fine from the cruise that he could do a number -of new "stunts," and was sure of getting a place in a circus. As for Tim -Muldoon, he declared he was going to sell an account of the yachting -trip to some New York newspaper, and get a lot of money for it.</p> - -<p>Paul Drew and Innis Beeby returned to their homes after the New England -cruise, both declaring they had never before so enjoyed a vacation, and, -as for the fat cadet, he had enough pictures to stock a photo-supply -shop.</p> - -<p>Dick kept his yacht in commission until nearly time for the military -academy to open, and, in company with Captain Barton and Widdy, and with -some of his friends for guests, enjoyed several short cruises.</p> - -<p>Murdock, Newton, Guy and Simon dropped out of sight for a time, after -being taken to Santiago, where, following a short imprisonment, they -were released.</p> - -<p>And so ends the story of Dick Hamilton's yachting trip, but it was not -the last of the stirring times he had, in which his millions played a -part, for he and Grit were destined for other adventures.</p> - -<p class="center space-above">THE END.</p> - -<hr /> - -<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS</h2> - -<hr class="smler" /> - -<div class="box"> -<p class="bold2">THE FAMOUS ROVER BOYS SERIES<br />By ARTHUR W. 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GARIS</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">A Series That Has Become Very Popular</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p>DICK HAMILTON'S FORTUNE<br />Or The Stirring Doings of a Millionaire's Son.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Dick, the son of a millionaire, has a fortune left to him by his mother. -But before he can touch the bulk of this money it is stipulated in his -mother's will that he must do certain things, in order to prove that he -is worthy of possessing such a fortune. The doings of Dick and his chums -make the liveliest kind of reading.</p></blockquote> - -<p>DICK HAMILTON'S CADET DAYS<br />Or The Handicap of a Millionaire's Son.</p> - -<blockquote><p>The hero is sent to a military academy to make his way without the use -of money. Life at an up-to-date military academy is described, with -target shooting, broadsword exercise, trick riding, sham battles, etc. -Dick proves himself a hero in the best sense of the word.</p></blockquote> - -<p>DICK HAMILTON'S STEAM YACHT<br />Or A Young Millionaire and the Kidnappers.</p> - -<blockquote><p>A series of adventures while yachting in which our hero's wealth plays a -part. Dick is marooned on an island, recovers his yacht and foils the -kidnappers.</p></blockquote> - -<p>DICK HAMILTON'S FOOTBALL TEAM<br />Or A Young Millionaire on the Gridiron.</p> - -<blockquote><p>A very interesting account of how Dick developed a champion team and of -the lively contests with other teams. There is also related a number of -thrilling incidents in which Dick is the central figure.</p></blockquote> - -<p>DICK HAMILTON'S TOURING CAR<br />Or A Young Millionaire's Race for a Fortune.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Dick's father gives him an automobile made to live in, which enables him -and his companions to have a good time.</p></blockquote> - -<p>DICK HAMILTON'S AIRSHIP<br />Or A Young Millionaire in the Clouds.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Tells how Dick built an airship to compete in a twenty thousand dollar -prize contest, and of many adventures he experiences.</p></blockquote> - -<p class="bold"><b>12mo. Handsomely printed and illustrated, and bound in cloth stamped in -colors. 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Handsomely printed and illustrated.</p> - -<p>THE PUTNAM HALL MYSTERY<br /> Or The School Chums' Strange Discovery</p> - -<blockquote><p>The particulars of the mystery and the solution of it are very -interesting reading.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE PUTNAM HALL ENCAMPMENT<br /> Or The Secret of the Old Mill</p> - -<blockquote><p>A story full of vim and vigor, telling what the cadets did during the -summer encampment, including a visit to a mysterious old mill, said to -be haunted. The book has a wealth of fun in it.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE PUTNAM HALL REBELLION<br /> Or The Rival Runaways</p> - -<blockquote><p>The boys had good reasons for running away during Captain Putnam's -absence. They had plenty of fun, and several queer adventures.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE PUTNAM HALL CHAMPIONS<br /> Or Bound to Win Out</p> - -<blockquote><p>In this volume the Putnam Hall Cadets show what they can do in various -keen rivalries on the athletic field and elsewhere. There is one victory -which leads to a most unlooked-for discovery.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE PUTNAM HALL CADETS<br /> Or Good Times in School and Out</p> - -<blockquote><p>The cadets are lively, flesh-and-blood fellows, bound to make friends -from the start. There are some keen rivalries, in school and out, and -something is told of a remarkable midnight feast and a hazing that had -an unlooked for ending.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE PUTNAM HALL RIVALS<br /> Or Fun and Sport Afloat and Ashore</p> - -<blockquote><p>It is a lively, rattling, breezy story of school life in this country -written by one who knows all about its pleasures and its perplexities, -its glorious excitements, and its chilling disappointments.</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">GROSSET & DUNLAP - NEW YORK</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">The Flag and Frontier Series</p> - -<p class="bold">By CAPTAIN RALPH BONEHILL.</p> - - -<p>These bracing stories of American life, exploration and adventure should -find a place in every school and home library for the enthusiasm they -kindle in American heroism and history. The historical background is -absolutely correct. Every volume complete in itself.</p> - -<p>12mo. Bound in cloth. Stamped in colors.</p> - -<p>WITH BOONE ON THE FRONTIER, Or The Pioneer Boys of Old Kentucky.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Relates the true-to-life adventures of two boys who, in company with -their folks, move westward with Daniel Boone. Contains many thrilling -scenes among the Indians and encounters with wild animals.</p></blockquote> - -<p>PIONEER BOYS OF THE GREAT NORTHWEST, Or With Lewis and Clark Across -the Rockies.</p> - -<blockquote><p>A splendid story describing in detail the great expedition formed under -the leadership of Lewis and Clark, and telling what was done by the -pioneer boys who were first to penetrate the wilderness of the -northwest.</p></blockquote> - -<p>PIONEER BOYS OF THE GOLD FIELDS, Or The Nugget Hunters of '49.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Giving the particulars of the great rush of the gold seekers to -California in 1849. In the party making its way across the continent are -three boys who become chums, and share in no end of adventures.</p></blockquote> - -<p>WITH CUSTER IN THE BLACK HILLS, Or A Young Scout Among the Indians.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Tells of the experiences of a youth who, with his parents, goes to the -Black Hills in search of gold. Custer's last battle is well described.</p></blockquote> - -<p>BOYS OF THE FORT, Or A Young Captain's Pluck.</p> - -<blockquote><p>This story of stirring doings at one of our well-known forts in the Wild -West is of more than ordinary interest. Gives a good insight into army -life of to-day.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE YOUNG BANDMASTER, Or Concert, Stage and Battlefield.</p> - -<blockquote><p>The hero is a youth who becomes a cornetist in an orchestra, and works -his way up to the leadership of a brass band. He is carried off to sea -and is taken to Cuba, and while there joins a military band which -accompanies our soldiers in the attack on Santiago.</p></blockquote> - -<p>OFF FOR HAWAII, Or The Mystery of a Great Volcano.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Several boys start on a tour of the Hawaiian Islands. They have heard -that there is a treasure located in the vicinity of Kilauea, the largest -active volcano in the world, and go in search of it.</p></blockquote> - -<p>A SAILOR BOY WITH DEWEY, Or Afloat in the Philippines.</p> - -<blockquote><p>The story of Dewey's victory in Manila Bay as it appeared to a real, -live American youth who was in the navy at the time. Many adventures in -Manila and in the interior follow.</p></blockquote> - -<p>WHEN SANTIAGO FELL, Or The War Adventures of Two Chums.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Two boys leave New York to join their parents in Cuba. The war between -Spain and the Cubans is on, and the boys are detained at Santiago, but -escape across the bay at night. Many adventures follow.</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">GROSSET & DUNLAP, - NEW YORK</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">The Railroad Series</p> - -<p class="bold">BY ALLEN CHAPMAN.</p> - -<p>Ralph Fairbanks was bound to become a railroad man, as his father had -been before him. Step by step he worked his way upward, serving first in -the Roundhouse, cleaning locomotives; then in the Switch Tower, clearing -the tracks; then on the Engine, as a fireman; then as engineer of the -Overland Express; and finally as Train Dispatcher.</p> - -<p>In this line of books there is revealed the whole workings of a great -American railroad system. There are adventures in abundance—railroad -wrecks, dashes through forest fires, the pursuit of a "wildcat" -locomotive, the disappearance of a pay car with a large sum of money on -board—but there is much more than this—the intense rivalry among -railroads and railroad men, the working out of running schedules, the -getting through "on time" in spite of all obstacles, and the -manipulation of railroad securities by evil men who wish to rule or -ruin.</p> - -<p>Books that every American boy ought to own.</p> - -<p>RALPH, THE TRAIN DISPATCHER<br /> Or The Mystery of the Pay Car.</p> - -<p>RALPH ON THE OVERLAND EXPRESS<br /> Or The Trials and Triumphs of a Young Engineer.</p> - -<p>RALPH ON THE ENGINE<br /> Or The Young Fireman of the Limited Mail.</p> - -<p>RALPH OF THE ROUND HOUSE<br /> Or Bound to Become a Railroad Man.</p> - -<p>RALPH IN THE SWITCH TOWER<br /> Or Clearing the Track.</p> - -<p>12mo. Illustrated. Handsomely bound in cloth.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">GROSSET & DUNLAP, - NEW YORK</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<p class="bold2">THE TOM SWIFT SERIES</p> - -<p class="bold">By VICTOR APPLETON</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">12mo. CLOTH. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING. COLORED WRAPPERS.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p>These spirited tales convey in a realistic way the wonderful advances in -land and sea locomotion. Stories like these are impressed upon the -memory and their reading is productive only of good.</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR CYCLE<br /> Or Fun and Adventure on the Road</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR BOAT<br /> Or The Rivals of Lake Carlopa</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRSHIP<br /> Or The Stirring Cruise of the Red Cloud</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS SUBMARINE BOAT<br /> Or Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUT<br /> Or The Speediest Car on the Road</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIRELESS MESSAGE<br /> Or The Castaways of Earthquake Island</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AMONG THE DIAMOND MAKERS<br /> Or The Secret of Phantom Mountain</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT IN THE CAVES OF ICE<br /> Or The Wreck of the Airship</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS SKY RACER<br /> Or The Quickest Flight on Record</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RIFLE<br /> Or Daring Adventures in Elephant Land</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT IN THE CITY OF GOLD<br /> Or Marvellous Adventures Underground</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR GLIDER<br /> Or Seeking the Platinum Treasure</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT IN CAPTIVITY<br /> Or A Daring Escape by Airship</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIZARD CAMERA<br /> Or The Perils of Moving Picture Taking</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT SEARCHLIGHT<br /> Or On the Border for Uncle Sam</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS GIANT CANNON<br /> Or The Longest Shots on Record</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS PHOTO TELEPHONE<br /> Or The Picture that Saved a Fortune</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS AERIAL WARSHIP<br /> Or The Naval Terror of the Seas</p> - -<p>TOM SWIFT AND HIS BIG TUNNEL<br /> Or The Hidden City of the Andes</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span></p> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS SERIES</p> - -<p class="bold">By VICTOR APPLETON</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p>Moving pictures and photo plays are famous the world over, and in this -line of books the reader is given a full description of how the films -are made—the scenes of little dramas, indoors and out, trick pictures -to satisfy the curious, soul-stirring pictures of city affairs, life in -the Wild West, among the cowboys and Indians, thrilling rescues along -the seacoast, the daring of picture hunters in the jungle among savage -beasts, and the great risks run in picturing conditions in a land of -earthquakes. The volumes teem with adventures and will be found -interesting from first chapter to last.</p> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS<br />Or Perils of a Great City Depicted.</p> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS IN THE WEST<br />Or Taking Scenes Among the Cowboys and Indians.</p> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS ON THE COAST<br />Or Showing the Perils of the Deep.</p> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS IN THE JUNGLE<br />Or Stirring Times Among the Wild Animals.</p> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS IN EARTHQUAKE LAND<br />Or Working Amid Many Perils.</p> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS AND THE FLOOD<br />Or Perilous Days on the Mississippi.</p> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS AT PANAMA<br />Or Stirring Adventures Along the Great Canal.</p> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS UNDER THE SEA<br />Or The Treasure of the Lost Ship.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span></p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">THE MOTION PICTURE<br />CHUMS SERIES</p> - -<p class="bold">By VICTOR APPLETON</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p>In these stories we follow the adventures of three boys, who, after -purchasing at auction the contents of a moving picture house, open a -theatre of their own. Their many trials and tribulations, leading up to -the final success of their venture, make very entertaining stories.</p> - -<p>THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' FIRST VENTURE<br /> Or Opening a Photo Playhouse in Fairlands.</p> - -<blockquote><p>The adventures of Frank, Randy and Pep in running a Motion Picture show. -They had trials and tribulations but finally succeed.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS AT SEASIDE PARK<br /> Or The Rival Photo Theatres of the Boardwalk.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Their success at Fairlands encourages the boys to open their show at -Seaside Park, where they have exciting adventures—also a profitable -season.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS ON BROADWAY<br /> Or The Mystery of the Missing Cash Box.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Backed by a rich western friend the chums established a photo playhouse -in the great metropolis, where new adventures await them.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' OUTDOOR EXHIBITION<br /> Or The Film that Solved a Mystery.</p> - -<blockquote><p>This time the playhouse was in a big summer park. How a film that was -shown gave a clew to an important mystery is interestingly related.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' NEW IDEA<br /> Or The First Educational Photo Playhouse.</p> - -<blockquote><p>In this book the scene is shifted to Boston, and there is intense -rivalry in the establishment of photo playhouses of educational value.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS AT THE FAIR<br /> Or The Greatest Film Ever Exhibited.</p> - -<blockquote><p>The chums go to San Francisco, where they have some trials but finally -meet with great success.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' WAR SPECTACLE<br /> Or The Film that Won the Prize.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Through being of service to the writer of a great scenario, the chums -are enabled to produce it and win a prize.</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span></p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH<br />SERIES</p> - -<p class="bold">By GRAHAM B. FORBES</p> - -<p>Never was there a cleaner, brighter, more manly boy than Frank Allen, -the hero of this series of boys' tales, and never was there a better -crowd of lads to associate with than the students of the School. All -boys will read these stories with deep interest. The rivalry between the -towns along the river was of the keenest, and plots and counterplots to -win the champions, at baseball, at football, at boat racing, at track -athletics, and at ice hockey, were without number. Any lad reading one -volume of this series will surely want the others.</p> - -<p>THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH<br />Or The All Around Rivals of the School</p> - -<p>THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE DIAMOND<br />Or Winning Out by Pluck</p> - -<p>THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE RIVER<br />Or The Boat Race Plot that Failed</p> - -<p>THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE GRIDIRON<br />Or The Struggle for the Silver Cup</p> - -<p>THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE ICE<br />Or Out for the Hockey Championship</p> - -<p>THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH IN TRACK ATHLETICS<br />Or A Long Run that Won</p> - -<p>THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HIGH IN WINTER SPORTS<br />Or Stirring Doings on Skates and Iceboats</p> - -<p class="bold">12mo. Illustrated. Handsomely bound in cloth, with cover design and -wrappers in colors.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap</span>, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span>, <span class="smcap">New York</span></p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">THE OUTDOOR CHUMS SERIES</p> - -<p class="bold">By CAPTAIN QUINCY ALLEN</p> - -<p>The outdoor chums are four wide-awake lads, sons of wealthy men of a -small city located on a lake. The boys love outdoor life, and are -greatly interested in hunting, fishing, and picture taking. They have -motor cycles, motor boats, canoes, etc., and during their vacations go -everywhere and have all sorts of thrilling adventures. The stories give -full directions for camping out, how to fish, how to hunt wild animals -and prepare the skins for stuffing, how to manage a canoe, how to swim, -etc. Full of the spirit of outdoor life.</p> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR CHUMS<br />Or The First Tour of the Rod, Gun and Camera Club.</p> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR CHUMS ON THE LAKE<br />Or Lively Adventures on Wildcat Island.</p> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR CHUMS IN THE FOREST<br />Or Laying the Ghost of Oak Ridge.</p> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR CHUMS ON THE GULF<br />Or Rescuing the Lost Balloonists.</p> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR CHUMS AFTER BIG GAME<br />Or Perilous Adventures in the Wilderness.</p> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR CHUMS ON A HOUSEBOAT<br />Or The Rivals of the Mississippi.</p> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR CHUMS IN THE BIG WOODS<br />Or The Rival Hunters at Lumber Run.</p> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR CHUMS AT CABIN POINT<br />Or The Golden Cup Mystery.</p> - -<p class="bold">12mo. Averaging 240 pages. Illustrated. Handsomely bound in Cloth.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span></p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES</p> - -<p class="bold">By LAURA LEE HOPE</p> - -<p class="center">Author of the "Bobbsey Twin Books" and "Bunny Brown" Series.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p>These tales take in the various adventures participated in by several -bright, up-to-date girls who love outdoor life. They are clean and -wholesome, free from sensationalism, absorbing from the first chapter to -the last.</p> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE<br />Or Camping and Tramping for Fun and Health.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Telling how the girls organized their Camping and Tramping Club, how -they went on a tour, and of various adventures which befell them.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE<br />Or Stirring Cruise of the Motor Boat Gem.</p> - -<blockquote><p>One of the girls becomes the proud possessor of a motor boat and invites -her club members to take a trip down the river to Rainbow Lake, a -beautiful sheet of water lying between the mountains.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CAR<br />Or The Haunted Mansion of Shadow Valley.</p> - -<blockquote><p>One of the girls has learned to run a big motor car, and she invites the -club to go on a tour to visit some distant relatives. On the way they -stop at a deserted mansion and make a surprising discovery.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMP<br />Or Glorious Days on Skates and Ice Boats.</p> - -<blockquote><p>In this story, the scene is shifted to a winter season. The girls have -some jolly times skating and ice boating, and visit a hunters' camp in -the big woods.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA.<br />Or Wintering in the Sunny South.</p> - -<blockquote><p>The parents of one of the girls have bought an orange grove in Florida -and her companions are invited to visit the place. They take a trip into -the interior, where several unusual things happen.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT OCEAN VIEW<br />Or The Box that Was Found in the Sand.</p> - -<blockquote><p>The girls have great fun and solve a mystery while on an outing along -the New England coast.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON PINE ISLAND<br />Or A Cave and What it Contained.</p> - -<blockquote><p>A bright, healthful story, full of good times at a bungalow camp on Pine Island.</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span></p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS<br />SERIES</p> - -<p class="bold">By LAURA LEE HOPE</p> - -<p class="center">Author of "The Bobbsey Twins Series."</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p>The adventures of Ruth and Alice DeVere. Their father, a widower, is an -actor who has taken up work for the "movies." Both girls wish to aid him -in his work and visit various localities to act in all sorts of -pictures.</p> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS<br />Or First Appearance in Photo Dramas.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Having lost his voice, the father of the girls goes into the movies and the girls follow. Tells -how many "parlor dramas" are filmed.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT OAK FARM<br />Or Queer Happenings While Taking Rural Plays.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Full of fun in the country, the haps and mishaps of taking film plays, -and giving an account of two unusual discoveries.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS SNOWBOUND<br />Or The Proof on the Film.</p> - -<blockquote><p>A tale of winter adventures in the wilderness, showing how the -photo-play actors sometimes suffer.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS UNDER THE PALMS<br />Or Lost in the Wilds of Florida.</p> - -<blockquote><p>How they went to the land of palms, played many parts in dramas before -the camera; were lost, and aided others who were also lost.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT ROCKY RANCH<br />Or Great Days Among the Cowboys.</p> - -<blockquote><p>All who have ever seen moving pictures of the great West will want to -know just how they are made. This volume gives every detail and is full -of clean fun and excitement.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT SEA<br />Or a Pictured Shipwreck that Became Real.</p> - -<blockquote><p>A thrilling account of the girls' experiences on the water.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS IN WAR PLAYS<br />Or The Sham Battles at Oak Farm.</p> - -<blockquote><p>The girls play important parts in big battle scenes and have plenty of -hard work along with considerable fun.</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap</span>, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span>, <span class="smcap">New York</span></p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL<br />HIGH SERIES</p> - -<p class="bold">By GERTRUDE W. MORRISON</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p>Here is a series full of the spirit of high school life of to-day. The -girls are real flesh-and-blood characters, and we follow them with -interest in school and out. There are many contested matches on track -and field, and on the water, as well as doings in the classroom and on -the school stage. There is plenty of fun and excitement, all clean, pure -and wholesome.</p> - -<p>THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH<br />Or Rivals for all Honors.</p> - -<blockquote><p>A stirring tale of high school life, full of fun, with a touch of -mystery and a strange initiation.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH ON LAKE LUNA<br />Or The Crew That Won.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Telling of water sports and fun galore, and of fine times in camp.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH AT BASKETBALL<br />Or The Great Gymnasium Mystery.</p> - -<blockquote><p>Here we have a number of thrilling contests at basketball and in -addition, the solving of a mystery which had bothered the high school -authorities for a long while.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH ON THE STAGE<br />Or The Play That Took the Prize.</p> - -<blockquote><p>How the girls went in for theatricals and how one of them wrote a play -which afterward was made over for the professional stage and brought in -some much-needed money.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH ON TRACK AND FIELD<br />Or The Girl Champions -of the School League</p> - -<blockquote><p>This story takes in high school athletics in their most approved and -up-to-date fashion. Full of fun and excitement.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH IN CAMP<br />Or The Old Professor's Secret.</p> - -<blockquote><p>The girls went camping on Acorn Island and had a delightful time at -boating, swimming and picnic parties.</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span></p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<hr /> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold2">THE BOBBSEY TWINS BOOKS</p> - -<p class="bold">For Little Men and Women</p> - -<p class="bold">By LAURA LEE HOPE</p> - -<p class="center">Author of "The Bunny Brown" Series, Etc.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold">12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p>Copyright publications which cannot be obtained elsewhere. Books that -charm the hearts of the little ones, and of which they never tire. Many -of the adventures are comical in the extreme, and all the accidents that -ordinarily happen to youthful personages happened to these many-sided -little mortals. Their haps and mishaps make decidedly entertaining reading.</p> - -<p>THE BOBBSEY TWINS</p> - -<p>THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY</p> - -<p>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE</p> - -<p>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL</p> - -<blockquote><p>Telling how they go home from the seashore; went to school and were -promoted, and of their many trials and tribulations.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE</p> - -<blockquote><p>Telling of the winter holidays, and of the many fine times and -adventures the twins had at a winter lodge in the big woods.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT</p> - -<blockquote><p>Mr. Bobbsey obtains a houseboat, and the whole family go off on a tour.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK</p> - -<blockquote><p>The young folks visit the farm again and have plenty of good times and -several adventures.</p></blockquote> - -<p>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME</p> - -<blockquote><p>The twins get into all sorts of trouble—and out again—also bring aid -to a poor family.</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="bold"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span></p> - -<hr class="full" /> -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht, by Howard R. 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