was his comment. "Delverez ought certainly to be in jail, and Caleb Merkin, too. I cannot see that this Joe Koloa has done any wrong. That Lola is probably as bad as anybody in the crowd."
The doctor told us that both Mr. Palmer and Mr. Carson were at the Volcano House, and as we felt curious to meet these gentlemen again, we continued on our way. But when the hotel was gained we learned that the two capitalists had left, on a tour of discovery to last a week or more.
The Volcano House was crowded with people, and once established there we lost no time in making inquiries concerning our enemies and Koloa.
At first we could learn nothing, but on the following morning we ran across a native who had met Joe Koloa in Wailuku and who remembered him well.
"He was here with an American, a fellow with one arm," said the native, whose name, real or assumed, was Lincoln Susu. "Both go off by the upper road, around the mountain."
"When was this?"
"Yesterday afternoon."
"They were alone?"
"Yes, they were alone; but they hadn't been gone five minutes before two other men, a Kanaka and a Spaniard, followed them."
