This soon gave them a better view, and the boys crowded around their host, anxious for the first word that would proclaim if it was the yacht they sought, or some other craft.
Dick's eyes were glued to the binoculars, as he stood on the bridge, peering eagerly forward.
"Is it her?" asked Beeby.
"I can't quite make out. She looks something like the Albatross, yet the funnel is a different color."
"Maybe they painted it again, to deceive people," suggested Henry Darby. "Why—look—she's turning around!"
They all stared in wonder, for the vessel, for some reason, was swinging about in a big circle, retracing her course.
"Can we go a little faster?" asked Dick of the captain.
"Si, senor," was the reply, and the engine room telegraph clanged out an order. The Golconda leaped ahead.
As the boat, to which the gaze of all was directed, swung around, so that her stern was toward the vessel containing Dick and his chums, the young millionaire uttered a startled cry. Passing the glasses to Paul Drew, and bidding him look, Dick exclaimed:
"It's her! It's my yacht! It's the Albatross!"