"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.