"Now, that's done, we'll take a walk along the beach before we go back," proposed Dick. "Maybe we can find some clams or some crabs to eat. Well, this is certainly a change from what I was doing yesterday. By the way, Pedro, how did you come to be kidnapped, anyhow. I meant to have you tell us, but so many other things happened that I overlooked it. Did you get any clew to who the men were?" "I was just going to speak about it myself," said the young Cuban. "I meant to last night, for I think you are much concerned in it." "I am concerned in it?" "Yes." "How is that?" asked Dick, wonderingly. "Because I was kidnapped by a man named Ezra Larabee, and the men he hired to take me away thought they were taking a certain Dick Hamilton." "My Uncle Ezra here? He wanted to kidnap me? They took you for me?" gasped Dick, wondering whether he had heard aright. "Yes. You and I strongly resemble each other," went on the Spanish youth. "I know that," assented Dick, "but--my uncle here--trying to kidnap me? It seems incredible. What vessel did he have?" "The _Princess_." "Ha! Then it _was_ the same one on which they tried to decoy me while in New York. I begin to see through some things," cried Dick. "Those men--the two who attacked me--they were kidnappers instead of thieves, as I thought. But I never suspected Uncle Ezra, though he did bitterly oppose me in this yachting business. But what can be his object? Is he crazy?" "He is possessed with an idea that you must be prevented from wasting your money," answered Pedro. "I gathered that much while a captive on the _Princess_. He wants to kidnap you for your own good, he says." "Then he must have gone insane. To think of taking you for me!" "Yes, your uncle was very much put out over the mistake the men and boys made," said Pedro. "Boys--were there boys aboard the _Princess_?" asked Dick. "Guy Fletcher and Simon Scardale," answered the Spaniard. "Guy and Simon? Worse and more of it!" cried Dick. "But how did my uncle happen to get in with them--how did he get away down to Cuba?" "It seems that he followed you from New York," went on Pedro, who had overheard considerable during his captivity. "He knew you were coming to Cuba to look up some distant relatives." "That's right, so I did, but I don't seem to be able to locate them," said the young millionaire. "I am looking for some relatives of my dear mother--their names are Miguel and Raphael Valdez, but they seem to have disappeared." "Miguel and Raphael Valdez?" gasped Senor Alantrez, springing to his feet. "Are you searching for _them_, Senor Hamilton?" "I am, but I've about given up. They are not to be found, and I'm sorry, for mother wished to have them aided if they were in want. Besides their signatures are needed to important papers. However, if I can't locate them----" "They _are_ to be found!" cried the elderly Cuban. "Where?" asked Dick, eagerly.