As soon as Dan could be left alone, Oliver and I started on the Spaniard's trail.
"He doesn't deserve any mercy," said Oliver. "We ought to shoot him on sight."
"If we do that we may get ourselves into trouble, Oliver. Remember, we are in a strange land."
"No, we are not—since the Stars and Stripes float over these islands. Come on," and on we went, Oliver holding his weapon ready for use, in case of need.
But a search lasting half an hour convinced us that Ramon Delverez had left the vicinity, and at last we returned to where Dan was resting, and, making a boy's "armchair," carried him down to where we had left our horses.
It was a thoughtful trio that made its way into Honolulu that evening. No one had much to say, as we turned the horses over to the livery-stable keeper and betook ourselves to our rooms at the hotel.
"That Spaniard doesn't know that the war is over," remarked Dan.
"Oh, he is mad because you broke off that deal he wanted to make with Mr. Palmer and Mr. Carson," I answered. "I sincerely trust we never lay eyes on him again and that he never comes near us."
"Such men are snakes in the grass," put in
