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Rh "Have your own way about it," conceded the ill-favored man. "I'm going to eat."

Guy and Simon came back in about two hours, to report that Dick's yacht had been in Savannah, and had left.

"Then we must get right after him!" cried Uncle Ezra. "I only hope we can overtake him before he gets to Cuba. It will be terribly expensive to go there. Now, get up steam, or make anchor, or whatever the proper term is, and sail fast. He may give us the slip."

There was soon activity aboard the Princess, and a little later the dingy vessel, with her dingy crew, and the oddly-mated occupants of the cabin, were sailing over the course taken by the young millionaire and his chums. Ezra Larabee had undertaken a desperate and peculiar plan to "save" his nephew.

It was not long before the pursuing yacht ran into the same storm felt by those aboard the Albatross, and, being a smaller and less staunch craft, the one hired by the old man pitched and tossed rather dangerously.

Mr. Larabee had taken to his berth as soon as the ship left the harbor, for he was but an indifferent sailor, and the least motion made him ill.

When the storm came his malady increased, and he thought surely his last hour had come.

"Oh, why did I ever try this plan?" he wailed.

"Why did I come to sea? I might have known better. I wish I was back at Dankville.