go up there."
"But," hesitated Dick; "These are not trampers."
"Who are they?" asked the girl, quickly.
"The Morton girls and McKnight."
"And who?" The girl's voice was like a gasp.
"Carter McKnight. They were here yesterday."
"But what is he doing in Hawaii?" There was a note of terror in her tone.
"He came only a week or so ago," said Dick. "He says that he has business affairs here to attend to."
"And he was here,—here in your house yesterday?"
"Yes. The Morton girls brought him up. I never saw him before."
The girl bit her lip. "I knew that they were there," she said; "But I didn't know who was with them. What did they come for?"
Dick was frank. "It appeared that the object was to get me to take McKnight as a guest for a week or so."
"Oh!" cried the girl; "You're not going to? You wouldn't do that?"
"No, no!" said Dick, soothingly. "I told them that it wasn't possible, and that rather upset Kat's disposition, as perhaps you know. But don't worry, they'll never get into my place again."
The girl's brow wrinkled. "And now they are up on the ridge opposite?" she said. "But do you sup-
