"Yes, but I've got the lawyer doing that. He can accomplish all that I can, and more too, only not so quickly. It will be two weeks before he has any definite news for me, and, in the meanwhile, I don't want to stay tied up to a dock. I want to be doing something." "That's Dick Hamilton, all the way through," murmured Henry Darby. "So I proposed to Senor Alantrez that we give chase to these villains, and we're going to," went on the young millionaire. "We'll start as soon as we have taken some coal aboard and some more provisions, and that can't be until to-morrow morning, I'm sorry to say. But we are a faster boat than is the _Princess_, and we may be able to overtake her, even if she has a start of us." "Where will you look for her?" asked Frank Bender. "Oh, along the route to New York. I think they'll head for there, or, maybe they'll come back, when they find out their mistake." "The saints grant that they may," murmured the father. "Oh, if I can see my boy again, unharmed, I will be happy forever!" "We'll get him," promised Dick, firmly. "We'll get him, or twist off the propeller!" Dick hurried all he could the coaling of the yacht, but even his utmost efforts were of little avail. The laborers were not in the habit of exerting themselves, and they took the usual time. Captain Barton did manage to get the stores and provisions aboard sooner than he expected, but taking on coal was a slow and unpleasant task. At length, however, it was finished, and Dick, having left word with the Santiago lawyer that he might be gone on the search for several days, prepared to sail. Captain Barton had taken counsel with some local pilots as to the best plan for their cruise, and had secured considerable information about a number of islands, and dangerous reefs in the neighborhood of the coast off Santiago. Senor Alantrez readily obtained leave from the government office, where he was employed, to be away for as long as was necessary, and, on the second morning after the kidnapping, Dick, with his friends, and the father of the missing lad, stood on deck, and gave the order to cast off. "And when we come back, I hope we'll have your son, and also those scoundrels who took him away," said our hero to the grief-stricken father. As the yacht was slowly moving away from the dock, a boy was seen running down the pier, waving something over his head. It looked like a letter, and he was shouting at the top of his voice. "There's some one for you, Mr. Dick," said Widdy, who was smoking his pipe near the after companionway. "Wait, we must see what that is," called the youthful yacht owner. "Perhaps it's a note from the police about the kidnappers." Captain Barton swung the indicator over to half-speed astern, and the craft's way was checked. The boy with the letter came on faster.