"Granted, senor," was the reply, and the boys started, for his voice had tones in it resembling Dick's. A nearer view made his features seem even more like those of the young millionaire, but he was darker in complexion. Still, had he worn better clothes, and had he and Dick stood side by side, more than a casual glance would have been needed to distinguish the difference between them, for Dick was almost as dark as a Spaniard or Cuban. "Dick's double," as the chums dubbed him, moved away, and, soon afterward, our hero appeared. He was amused at the account of some one who looked like him, and said he hoped the unknown would not run up any accounts in the name of Hamilton. "Well, how did you make out with the lawyer?" asked Paul. "About the same as with Don Ferdinand Hondora. He says it will take two weeks to make inquiries, and when I tried to cut him down to one he nearly fainted on my hands. But, come on, let's go aboard, and report to Captain Barton." Dick and his friends spent that evening wandering about the city. They had engaged some carriages to drive them to various points of interest, but, at the last moment, Dick changed the program, and proposed a visit to the opera house, where a musical comedy was being presented. The boys thoroughly enjoyed the play, and, as they came out with the crowd of pleasure-seekers, they were aware that something unusual was taking place in the street. There were a number of police officers and soldiers hurrying to and fro, and many commands in excited Spanish were being given, while, in the distance, shots were heard. "What's it all about? Is there a fire?" asked Henry. "Maybe it's an extra edition out," suggested Tim Muldoon, hopefully. "No, somebody walked along in a hurry, and the people can't get over it," declared Beeby. "What's the matter?" asked Dick of one of the drivers of the carriages he had hired for himself and his chums. "Kidnapping!" exclaimed the man, who spoke fairly good English. "Kidnapping!" repeated Dick. "Who was taken?" "I don't know. Some young fellow, I heard the police say. It seems that some men off a yacht came ashore, and followed him. He ran, and tried to get away, but they took after him, and, just as he got in front of this theatre, they grabbed him, put him in a carriage and drove off. The police rushed up, but----" "They were too slow," finished Paul, with a laugh. "But why did they kidnap him?" persisted Dick. "I do not know. For ransom, perhaps. It is sometimes done. He was a young fellow, and, maybe wealthy, though his dress did not show it. But will the senors be pleased to ride farther with me?" "Guess we might as well," assented Dick. "A kidnapping, eh? I'd like to hear more about it, and know who the fellow was." "It will be in the gazette to-morrow--or the next day," said the driver, calmly. "Yes--always _manana_," murmured Dick.