"No, I wouldn't say anything more. He brought it on himself and had to pay the penalty of his rashness," said Dan. "Let the matter drop and try to think of something else."
"I'll never forget it," I shuddered. "But you are right; it was his life or mine"
"And Providence aided you," finished Oliver. "That's the way you must look at it, Mark." He mused for a moment. "Now we are clear of this sailor, I presume we'll have this search for the Cave of Pearls all to ourselves."
"Where is Dr. Barton?"
"He has gone to another island, knowing you were out of danger. He expects to meet us somewhere around the volcano later on. He said we might leave word at the Volcano House when we arrived."
"I—I'm afraid I can't move just yet," I answered, with a sickly smile. "My legs are mighty shaky when I stand on them."
"We'll stay here for a week longer, at least," returned Dan. "I've ordered a carriage for to-morrow morning and we'll drive out every day to the different places of interest."
And drive we did, to the wonderful Pali, or precipice, some miles back of Honolulu, and to the beautiful beach at Waikiki, where Dan and Oliver took a bath, while I laid back in a swinging seat under an awning and watched the go-
