ful dissecting of an alligator pear.
"The hammer!" repeated Dick impatiently; "Where is it? In the garage? Well, go and get it."
The Japanese laid down his knife and turned dutifully toward the exit, and Dick walked back across the lanai to the rail and glared savagely down at the Manoa Valley spread out something like a thousand feet below him. The outer edge of the lanai overhung the precipitous mountain side so that the drop was almost sheer, although the steep descent was clothed with a softly swaying garment of vines, ti plants and clambering grasses which masked its harsh and rocky lines. Far down on the lower slopes were guava and lantana thickets, and then houses and winding black roads and the square green panels of rice and taro fields. Opposite, a mile or two away as the crow flies, was another mountain side exactly like the one upon which he stood; and to the left, as an extension of his own mountain and imperiously close at hand towered the high, sharply serrated peaks of the Koolau Range, covered with dark blue-green jungle and mottled in all of the draws with the whitey-green of kukui trees. Leaning over the rail of the lanai he could see some scraggly koa trees beneath him swaying in the breath of the south wind passing just below, but not a whiff of it came to him. An ironwood tree, which had been the last one of the row between his house and that of his neighbor, had
