"A typewriter? The saints forbid! It is too rapid--too--er--what you Americans call swift," explained the attorney, with a smile. "There is no need of such haste," and pocketing the generous fee which Dick paid, the lawyer bowed our hero out, with a look of relief on his face. Five minutes later Don Ferdinand Hondora was in his carriage, riding slowly on his way to the plaza, to hear the band play, while Dick was hurrying toward his yacht. "Well, the first part of my search ended in failure," he said. "Now to try Santiago." That night the _Albatross_ put to sea, on her cruise to the other side of Cuba. CHAPTER XXI THE KIDNAPPERS Dick and his chums spent the better part of a week making the voyage around to the chief city near the southeastern end of Cuba. The weather was fine, and there were many novel sights to attract their attention. They passed several other vessels, and with some Dick and Paul exchanged wireless greetings. Dick sent several messages home, as did also his chums, and there were some aerograms in reply. Mr. Hamilton communicated with his son, and commended his plan of making a further effort to locate Mrs. Hamilton's relatives. "But if you don't find them in Santiago, what will you do?" asked Beeby, when the boys and their host had talked over their plans. "Go off on a little trip, come back, and try the next likely place," answered the young millionaire, grimly. "I'm going to find them." As the _Albatross_ swung into Santiago Bay, past the lighthouse at the entrance of the harbor, those on board of the trim yacht would have been interested if they had known how closely they were observed from the deck of another vessel, hidden from view around the point. And the name painted on the bows of the hidden craft was _Princess_, though stress of weather had almost obliterated it. Narrowly did an old man on the deck of the _Princess_ watch Dick's yacht glide up the harbor. He was a man with a little bunch of white whiskers on his chin, and they moved up and down when he talked. "Well," he remarked slowly, as he laid aside a glass through which he had been peering, "them fellers in Havana told us true. My nephew did sail for Santiago, and here he is." "And I said we'd beat him here," remarked a man standing on deck. "So you did, Sam Newton, so you did," assented Ezra Larabee, "an', because we got here first, I'll pay you the ten dollars extra, as I promised." "When?" demanded Ike Murdock. "Jest as soon as----" "As soon as the kidnappin' is done?" asked Simon Scardale. "Hush! Don't use that word!" exclaimed Mr. Larabee. "Ain't I told you this ain't a regular kidnappin'; not in the eyes of the law. It's for my nephew's good." "Well, we'll soon have him, if things go right," muttered Ike. "Now, what's the program, Mr. Larabee? Shall we follow that yacht up the bay or stay back? We've laid here long enough."