"Wonderful!" cried Beeby, as he saw the speed the lad was making. "I must get a snapshot of him. I have really lived to see some one in Cuba in a hurry! I must make a picture of it, or no one will believe me when I tell them."
He focused his camera on the lad, who, seeing the glistening glass point at him, ducked, and would have run back.
"Stop it!" commanded Dick, with a laugh. "Wait until he delivers that letter, Beeby, and then you can snap him going back. He's afraid to come on."
The cadet put his camera out of sight, and the boy advanced again.
"Is Senor Alantrez on board?" he asked in Spanish.
"Yes, yes, I am here! What is it? Is my boy found? Is it news from the scoundrels who carried him away?" and the father was trembling in his eagerness.
"It came to the office for you," explained the boy, "and they hurried me down here with it. It arrived through the mail, senor."
With a skilful flip of his fingers he sent the envelope scaling on deck, like a miniature aeroplane.
Dick tossed the lad some coins, and, picking them up, he ran back up the pier as if some one was after him.