"_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."