"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.
"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.
