neither awakened for a good hour after, and then it was pouring in torrents.
"More unpleasantness," growled Dan, as he sprang up. "We're having loads of fun, aren't we, fellows?"
"That's all right, Dan; you won't have to wash this morning," I laughed.
"The road is nothing but a mass of mud," announced Oliver, after an examination. "And bless me if I know in what direction to turn."
"I think Wailuku must be almost due east from here," I ventured. "Let us try this highway until we come to another running in the direction where we want to go."
"Agreed!" came from both of my chums, and wet and hungry, we saddled our steeds, leaped upon them, and set off on a gallop through the mud and rain.
It was a thoroughly disagreeable ride and nobody was in the humor for talking. Fully half a mile was covered, without a word being spoken, when Dan, who was ahead, shouted out that another road was in sight. "And it leads directly to the seacoast, I feel certain of it," he continued.
"It looks to be cultivated," observed Oliver, as he pointed to a straight row of palms. "They never grew that way of their own account."
It was now thundering and lightening as well as raining, and we pushed on harder than ever.
