the Dart," burst out Oliver. "No, thank you, no more schooners for me. The steamer will do very well."
"Yes, you had better take the steamer," said Mr. Raymond. "Such a trip will take but seven days, whereas to go by sailing vessel may take six weeks or longer."
"If we only knew just where to look for this Joe Koloa," mused Dan. "I wonder if he is in Honolulu."
"I think it is more likely that we will find him on the island of Hawaii, where the volcano is. Let me see, what is the principal city there?"
"Hilo," answered Oliver's father. "It is a pretty place, located on the eastern coast of the island and about one day's journey from the volcano."
"Then we had better go to Honolulu first and to Hilo next," said Dan; and so it was arranged. But a good many things were yet to happen to upset all of our plans.
We were sitting on the veranda of Mr. Raymond's home, a beautiful place overlooking San Francisco Bay and the world-renowned Golden Gate. The veranda rested on the side of a sloping grass bank, dotted here and there with flowering bushes, and running down to a tiny brook which gushed along peacefully in the springtime sun.
