And so the young millionaire resolved not to give up just yet.
It was on the last day of the second week, when, as they were cruising about almost within sight of Stone Island, that they saw the smoke of a steamer, which seemed bearing down in the direction of the place where the kidnapped youth had been left.
"Here comes a ship," spoke Beeby, who was using the glasses.
"Let me see?" requested Dick, and he took a long view. "I don't believe it's my yacht," he said, "yet it's coming in this direction, and very few ships have trade or business in this locality. Captain, I think we'll steam forward and meet her."
The young millionaire's word was law aboard the ship he had hired, and, accordingly, the Golconda was put about, and headed toward the unknown vessel.
This soon gave them a better view, and the boys crowded around their host, anxious for the first word that would proclaim if it was the yacht they sought, or some other craft.
"Dick's eyes were glued to the binoculars, as he stood on the bridge, peering eagerly forward.
"Is it her?" asked Beeby.
"I can't quite make out. She looks something like the Albatross, yet the funnel is a different color."
"Maybe they painted it again, to deceive peo-
