way to the Volcano House late that night. None of us wanted to talk, for we were thinking of the terrible fate that had overtaken our enemies as well as poor, half-witted Joe Koloa. "I'll tell you, we are well out of it," said Oliver. "I don't want any more treasure hunts, not for twice what we have picked up."
"Nor I," answered Dan. "And yet, we may talk differently after we are rested up."
"Well, it will have to be a long rest, so far as I'm concerned," I put in, and I meant just what I said.
We remained in and around the Volcano House for three days, and then, in company with Dr. Barton, set sail for Honolulu, Mr. Palmer and Mr. Carson going down to Hilo to see us off. "A speedy trip home for you," said John Palmer. "And no more adventures."
The run to the capital of the Hawaiian Islands was without special interest, and on arriving we immediately caught a steamer bound for San Francisco. As the weather proved fine, the voyage to the Golden Gate took but seven days, and an hour after landing found us on the way to Oliver's home, where we met his father and mine. My readers can imagine how warmly both of us, as well as Dan, were greeted. That evening we remained up until midnight, telling our several stories.
