"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