going to know in which direction to search?" asked Beeby. "You can't cover all the waters around Cuba."
"I don't intend to," replied Dick. "In the first place, Captain Barton, and the others of the crew are—or were—aboard my yacht when it was captured. They are either aboard her now or they have been put ashore somewhere by the thieves. In the latter case, we will hear something from them sooner or later, for they'll communicate with us, and we'll get a clue to work on. If they are still held as prisoners, I'll have to adopt a different course."
"And what'll it be?" asked Paul Drew.
"Why, I think our best plan is to sail back to Stone Island."
"Stone Island?" cried Henry Darby.
"Do you mean to camp out there again?" asked Frank.
"No, we had enough of that," answered the wealthy lad. "But I have an idea that the men who stole my yacht have a sort of headquarters on that island. We didn't have time to look for it, but it must be there. What would be more natural than that they will either hang around in that vicinity, or even visit the island."
"Hardly that, if they think we are there still," objected Beeby.
"That's just it. They may think we have been taken off by some steamer, and that the coast is clear, so that they can come back. If they do we
