The _Vittorio_ did not go into Kingston Harbor, but Banker got himself put on shore and visited the town. There he not only discovered that the _Dunkery Beacon_ had sailed, that an American yacht had sailed after her, but that a steamer from Vera Cruz, commanded by Captain Horn, now well known as the discoverer of the wonderful treasure, had touched here, expecting to find the _Dunkery Beacon_ in port, and had then, scarcely twelve hours before, cleared for Jamaica. The American yacht was a mystery to Banker. It might be a pirate from the United States for all he knew, but he was very certain that Captain Horn had not left Kingston for any reason except to accompany and protect the _Dunkery Beacon_. If a steamer commanded by this man, whom Banker now hated more than he hated anybody else in the world, should fall in and keep company with the steamer which was conveying the treasure to Peru, it might be a very hard piece of work for him or his partner in command of the vessel from Toulon to get possession of that treasure, no matter what means they might employ, but all Banker could do was to swear at his arch-enemy and his bad luck, and to get away south with all speed possible. If he could do nothing, he might hear of something. He would never give up until he was positive there was no chance for him. So he took the course that the _Dunkery Beacon_ must have taken, and sailed down the coast under full head of steam. When at last he discovered the flag of his private consort hoisted over the steamer which carried the golden prize, and had gone on board the _Dunkery Beacon_ and had heard everything, his Satanic delight blazed high and wild. He cared nothing for the yacht which hung upon the heels of the captured steamer,--it would not be difficult to dispose of that vessel,--but his turbulent ecstasies were a little dampened by the discovery of a large steamer bearing down from the north. This he instantly suspected to be the _Monterey_, which must have taken a more westerly course than that which he had followed, and which he had therefore passed without sighting. The ex-Rackbird did not hesitate a moment as to what ought to be done. That everlastingly condemned meddler, Horn, must never be allowed to put his oar into this business. If he were not content with the gold which he had for himself, he should curse the day that he had tried to keep other people from getting the gold that they wanted for themselves. No matter what had to be done, he must never reach the _Dunkery Beacon_--he must never know what had happened to her. Here was a piece of work for the _Vittorio_ to attend to without the loss of a minute.