know I'll catch rheumatism from getting wet, and then I'll have a doctor's bill to pay."
"Take him below—to my stateroom," ordered the young millionaire. "I'll see him later. Now to try and get my yacht. The idea of Uncle Ezra having taken her! I never dreamed of it! I can't understand it."
Dick hastened to the bridge again. It was getting dusk, and he feared the chase would be useless. He was met by Widdy.
"She's stopped! She's laid to, Mr. Dick!" cried the old salt.
"Who has?"
"Your yacht! She's waiting for us—she's coming to meet us! I guess they're giving up!"
Dick, scarcely able to believe his eyes, peered off in the direction of the Albatross. True enough, she was swinging about and approaching the Golconda. Dick could not understand what it meant.
He did a little later, though, when, having come within hailing distance, the Spanish steamer having been brought to a stop, Dick, looking across the intervening water, saw Captain Barton waving his hand to him.
"Captain Hamilton ahoy!" cried the old skipper. "Are you all right?"
"Yes! How about you? Is my yacht safe?" yelled back Dick.
"Aye, aye! My crew and I have been the prisoners of a gang of dastardly scoundrels, up to within a few minutes ago, when we broke out,
