and he slept until sundown, feeling much improved because of his unexpected nap.
At the Half Way House we asked again about Delverez, Merkin, and Joe Koloa. Here nothing was known of the Kanaka or the sailor. But one of the attendants remembered Delverez.
"He stopped for lunch and to water his horse," said the fellow. "He appeared to be in a great hurry to go on."
"When did he stop?" asked Oliver.
"It must have been about eleven o'clock yesterday morning."
"Was he alone?"
"No; he had a native with him."
"A native!" I cried.
"Did you hear what his name was?"
"The Spaniard called him Lopa, or something like that."
"It was Lola!" ejaculated Dan. "Boys, our enemies are bunching up."
"So much the better—if we can corral them," said Oliver. "But we will have to have our wits about us, or they may get the best of us."
