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."