young millionaire, and his guests, at the foot of the accommodation ladder, and soon, with Widdy at the steering wheel, Dick and the other five young men were on their way ashore. They found an easy, sandy beach on which to land, and, taking Ithe kedge anchor of the launch well up on shore, to prevent the tide from floating off the craft, they all started inland to look for the kidnapped youth. Grit and the puppy raced on ahead, gamboling over the sands, and glad enough to be on shore again.
"Which way shall we go?" asked Dick.
"To the right," decided Paul.
"Looks like a better place off to the left," came from Beeby.
"If I might advise," remarked Widdy, "I'd make for the high ground. Then you can get a view over the island, an' see if there is a signal shown anywhere, or some sort of a place where he might live."
"Good idea!" cried Dick; "we'll do it! Come on, fellows! Come on, Senor Alantrez!"
Forward they went, climbing the rough, high land in the centre of the island. It was no easy task to mount to the summit, and, when they were near it, Dick, who was in the lead, called:
"Quiet, everybody! I hear some one coming!"
There was a sound of crackling underbrush, and of tree branches pushed to one side.
"Maybe it's an animal," suggested Paul. "I brought one of your rifles, Dick."
