"I had a right to do it, boy—a right. You played me foul at Honolulu, and a Delverez does not forget. But I must not talk too much—time is precious." He turned to Oliver. "Tell me all you know about this pearl treasure you are after."
"I have nothing to say, Ramon Delverez," replied Oliver coldly.
"Ha! you refuse to answer!" burst out the Spaniard. "Do not forget that you are in my power."
"I do not know any more than you do—since you have stolen my map and that other paper from me."
"The original map—where is that? The map I have is but a mere toy—a rough drawing. I can make nothing of it."
"I'm glad of it," I said bluntly.
"But where is the original map—I must have that," blustered Delverez.
"We have no other map," said Oliver, and I think at that moment he was glad of it.
"The map!" The cry came from Dan, who had again opened his eyes. "Give me the map, Caleb Merkin, or I will have you shot by the Hilo soldiers. Give me that map you stole, so that we can get the pearls!" Dan glared at Delverez. "And you, too, eh? Did Caleb Merkin send you here? If he did, just wait till I get at
