"If it was in New York, there'd be an extra out about it by this time," declared Tim, in disgust. "This is a great country--not!" And Dick and his chums drove back to the yacht, little dreaming what an effect on all of them the kidnapping was to have, and that very soon. CHAPTER XXII THE WRONG CAPTIVE While the police and soldiers of Santiago were hurrying about like mad, trying to find some trace of the kidnappers who had acted so boldly, there might have been seen, driving rapidly down a dark and unfrequented street toward the water-front, a closed carriage. The man on the seat was urging his steeds to faster speed in response to calls from occupants of the coach, which, as the vehicle passed under a dim lamp, could be seen to contain two men and a boy. "Well, we got away with him all right, Ike," spoke the taller of the two men, as he looked at the youth sitting between them. "Yes, and he didn't make near as much fuss as I expected. From what happened when we tried it last time, I thought sure he'd put up a stiff fight. And where was his dog, I wonder, Sam?" "That's right, I didn't see the brute anywhere on shore. But I'm glad of it. Once to feel his teeth is enough. Hurry up there, driver, whatever your name is, or they'll be after us. Old man Larabee will be glad enough to see us, and get started out to sea again, so keep moving." "_Si_, senor," answered the driver, and he lashed the horses, though the animals seemed to be doing their best. "It _is_ sort of curious he didn't make more of a fuss," remarked Ike, glancing at the youth huddled up between him and his confederate. "Maybe he's waiting until he gets a good chance to spring out," suggested Sam, taking a firmer grip on the kidnapped youth. "He'd better not try it!" fairly growled Ike. "Look here, my wealthy friend," he went on, snarling the words into the ear of the frightened and shrinking youth, "don't try any of your funny tricks now, or my partner and I will be forced to take extreme measures, as they say in the books. We'll do it, too, no matter if your Uncle Ezra did warn us to be careful, and not harm you. You've given us trouble enough, and we won't stand for any more nonsense; will we, Sam?" "That's right. But he won't have much more chance. We're almost at the pier, and we'll soon be aboard the yacht. Then----" "Pardon, senors!" exclaimed the lad in the carriage, and then followed a question in rapid Spanish. "Here, drop that kind of lingo," growled Ike. "We don't understand anything but plain United States talk." "Pardon, senors," spoke the youth again, gently, but with an accent of fear in his tones, and this time he used fairly good English. "Pardon, but you are taking me to a yacht; yes?" "Sure--to your Uncle Ezra," answered Sam. "I have no Uncle Ezra."