"Well, how did you make out with the lawyer?" asked Paul.
"About the same as with Don Ferdinand Hondora. He says it will take two weeks to make inquiries, and when I tried to cut him down to one he nearly fainted on my hands. But, come on, let's go aboard, and report to Captain Barton."
Dick and his friends spent that evening wandering about the city. They had engaged some carriages to drive them to various points of interest, but, at the last moment, Dick changed the program, and proposed a visit to the opera house, where a musical comedy was being presented. The boys thoroughly enjoyed the play, and, as they came out with the crowd of pleasure-seekers, they were aware that something unusual was taking place in the street.
There were a number of police officers and soldiers hurrying to and fro, and many commands in excited Spanish were being given, while, in the distance, shots were heard.
"What's it all about? Is there a fire?" asked Henry.
"Maybe it's an extra edition out," suggested Tim Muldoon, hopefully.
"No, somebody walked along in a hurry, and the people can't get over it," declared Beeby.
"What's the matter?" asked Dick of one of the drivers of the carriages he had hired for himself and his chums.
"Kidnapping!" exclaimed the man, who spoke fairly good English.
"Kidnapping!" repeated Dick. "Who was taken?"