"My Uncle Ezra here? He wanted to kidnap me? They took you for me?" gasped Dick, wondering whether he had heard aright.
"Yes. You and I strongly resemble each other," went on the Spanish youth.
"I know that," assented Dick, "but—my uncle here—trying to kidnap me? It seems incredible. What vessel did he have?"
"The Princess."
"Ha! Then it was the same one on which they tried to decoy me while in New York. I begin to see through some things," cried Dick. "Those men—the two who attacked me—they were kidnappers instead of thieves, as I thought. But I never suspected Uncle Ezra, though he did bitterly oppose me in this yachting business. But what can be his object? Is he crazy?"
"He is possessed with an idea that you must be prevented from wasting your money," answered Pedro. "I gathered that much while a captive on the Princess. He wants to kidnap you for your own good, he says."
"Then he must have gone insane. To think of taking you for me!"
"Yes, your uncle was very much put out over the mistake the men and boys made," said Pedro.
"Boys—were there boys aboard the Princess?" asked Dick.