Maui," said Oliver, when we arose on the following morning, and he left Dan and me to take it easy on one of the verandas.
"And how is it to-day? " I asked of Dan, when we were alone.
"Oh, I'm all right, excepting that I don't think I can do much climbing just yet," he answered. "And how is it with you?"
"I am ready to start off as soon as Oliver gives the word. I think we have done up the town pretty well, with our trips to the Pali, the beach at Waikiki, and the rambles around the Punchbowl back of here."
"I imagine that the air here is something like in dreamy Italy," went on Dan. "One could just lay back and take it easy forever."
"If one had the money," I laughed.
"Oh, well; never mind, Mark. When we get back from the volcano, we'll be rich enough."
"Providing our search pans out as it should."
"It will—I feel it in my bones. If Joe Koloa is found"
Dan broke off short and frowned. A shadow had fallen across the veranda, and looking behind me I saw a man standing at a full-length window, eying us sharply. The man was a Spaniard and had a countenance that was far from reassuring. As soon as he saw that he was noticed the man disappeared.
