Savannah, Georgia, if the yacht would stop there on the way to Cuba.
"Of course, we'll stop for Beeby," said Dick to Paul Drew, who had arrived at Hamilton Corners a few days before the date set for the departure for New York.
"Yes, Beeby's good fun. We'll have a swell time on this trip, Dick."
"I hope so. I want the fellows to enjoy themselves."
Uncle Ezra paid another visit to Dick's house, though it must have cost him a pang to part with the money for a railroad ticket. He said he had come to make one more appeal to Dick's father, not to allow the youth to squander his fortune on a yacht.
"It's too late. Uncle Ezra," exclaimed Dick, gaily. "I've bought the yacht, and we shall sail in a few days."
"Well, of all the senseless, wasteful proceedings—But there, I'm done expostulating—I'm—I'm going to"
But the churlish old man stopped short, and closed his thin lips like a steel trap. There was a dangerous, crafty look in his eyes, which boded Dick no good, but the young millionaire did not see it.
The night before the wealthy lad and his friends were to leave for the metropolis, there to go aboard the yacht, in company with Tim Muldoon, Dick found he had to go down-town to send some
