"What's the matter?" asked Beeby. "See your best girl aboard her, Dicky, my lad?"
"No," answered the young millionaire, "but if I didn't know that he was afraid of the water, I'd say that my Uncle Ezra was aboard that vessel," and once more Dick took a long observation through the glasses.
"Your Uncle Ezra?" repeated Paul.
"Yes," went on Dick. "See that man standing near the rail? The man with the little bunch of white whiskers on his chin?"
"I see him," assented Paul, who had taken the binoculars from his chum.
"Well, he's the very image of my respected relative, only, of course, it can't be him."
At that moment the man at the rail seemed aware that he was under observation. He quickly disappeared from view, and the Princess passed on.
"I wonder if that could have been Uncle Ezra?" murmured Dick. "But, of course, it couldn't be. What would he be doing away off here?"
If Dick had only known!
