"A typewriter? The saints forbid! It is too rapid—too—er—what you Americans call swift," explained the attorney, with a smile. "There is no need of such haste," and pocketing the generous fee which Dick paid, the lawyer bowed our hero out, with a look of relief on his face.
Five minutes later Don Ferdinand Hondora was in his carriage, riding slowly on his way to the plaza, to hear the band play, while Dick was hurrying toward his yacht.
"Well, the first part of my search ended in failure," he said. "Now to try Santiago."
That night the Albatross put to sea, on her cruise to the other side of Cuba.
CHAPTER XXI THE KIDNAPPERS
Dick and his chums spent the better part of a week making the voyage around to the chief city near the southeastern end of Cuba. The weather was fine, and there were many novel sights to attract their attention. They passed several other vessels, and with some Dick and Paul exchanged wireless greetings. Dick sent several messages home, as did also his chums, and there were some aerograms in reply. Mr. Hamilton communicated with his son, and commended his plan of making a further effort to locate Mrs. Hamilton's relatives.
"But if you don't find them in Santiago, what will you do?" asked Beeby, when the boys and their host had talked over their plans.
"Go off on a little trip, come back, and try the next likely place," answered the young millionaire, grimly. "I'm going to find them."