"Stow your talk," commanded Ike, roughly. "If we're making a mistake we're getting paid for it, and you needn't be so high and mighty with us. 'Senors' be hanged! Talk English!" The lad did not answer, but followed his captors, who had him by an arm on either side. Sam flung the driver of the coach some money, and the vehicle rumbled off in the darkness. "Now, if Guy and Simon are waiting, we'll be all right," murmured Sam. As they approached the stringpiece he gave a cautious whistle, which was answered from a small boat lying out a little distance from the wharf. The craft was rowed in, and a few seconds later the two men with their prisoner were aboard, while Guy Fletcher and Simon Scardale handled the oars, and sent the boat out toward the yacht _Princess_. "Did you get him?" asked Simon, when they were well out from the shore. "Sure," answered Sam, "though he says he isn't Dick Hamilton." "You know _me_, don't you, Dick?" asked Simon, with a sneering laugh. The captive returned no answer. As the rowboat approached the yacht, a figure could be seen leaning over the rail--the figure of an old man. "Did you get him?" he called in a cautious whisper, as the craft came alongside the accommodation ladder. "Sure thing," answered Ike. The five were on deck shortly, and Mr. Larabee, approaching the youth who had been kidnapped, said: "I'm sorry, Nephew Richard, that I had to act this way, but it's for your own good, as you will come to acknowledge in time. It is done to prevent you from making a beggar of yourself. Now, if you will come below, I'll explain my plans to you. My, but I'm glad this chase is over! I had a hard time to get you--me and er--me and these friends of mine. But now I have you, and we'll go back home. Yachting is terribly expensive--terribly!" With a sigh, the old man led the way to the cabin. The others, including the captive, followed. The latter maintained a grim silence. In the well-lighted apartment Uncle Ezra turned to behold his nephew. He looked once, and started. Twice, and he threw up his hands in amazement. Then he cried: "Land o' Goshen! You've got the wrong boy! What does this mean? This isn't my nephew, Richard Hamilton! You've made a terrible mistake! Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Now, I'll be sued for damages!" "A mistake?" echoed Ike Murdock. "A mistake?" faltered Sam Newton. "Mistake?" chorused Guy and Simon. They all took a good look at the youth whom they had kidnapped. There was no doubt of it. Though he bore a strong resemblance to Dick Hamilton, the lad was unmistakably a Cuban or a Spaniard. He drew himself up proudly and fairly glared at them. "What did I tell you, senors?" he asked, softly. "Fooled!" gasped Ike, and, as he spoke, the yacht began to gather headway, for the engineer had orders to get in motion as soon as the party came from offshore. "We are moving! You are taking me away!" He sprang toward the companionway.