Only one game was played, and that was between the Giant and the All-American teams. There was no native talent which was quite strong enough to stand a chance against the seasoned veterans, although Hawaii boasts of many ball teams. There was a big crowd present, made up chiefly of government officials and representatives of foreign commercial houses from all over the world who had established branches on the island. The contests between the two teams had been waxing hotter and hotter, despite the fact that there was nothing at stake except the pleasure of winning. But this was enough for these high-strung athletes, to whom the cry "play ball" was like a bugle call. The fight was close from start to finish, and resulted in a victory for the All-Americans by a score of three to two. "That makes it 'even Stephen,'" chortled Brennan to his friend and rival, McRae. "We've won just as many games as you have, now." "It's hoss and hoss," admitted McRae. "But just wait; what we'll do to you fellows before we get to the end of the trip will be a crime." The time that still remained before the steamer resumed its journey was one of unalloyed delight. The scenery was wonderful and the weather superb. Jim and Joe hired a touring car and with Joe at the wheel--it is unnecessary to state who sat beside him--they visited all the most picturesque and romantic spots in that glorious bit of Nature's handiwork. "Do you remember our last ride in an automobile, Mabel?" asked Joe with a smile, as she snuggled into the seat beside him. "Indeed I do," replied Mabel. "It was the day that horrid Fleming carried me off and you chased us." "I caught you all right, anyway," Joe replied. "Yes," said Mabel saucily. "Only to spend all your spare moments afterward in regretting it." Joe's reproachful denial both in words and looks was eloquent. They visited the famous volcano with its crater Kilaeua, and watched in awe and wonder the great sea of flame that surged hideously and writhed like a chain of fiery serpents. They saw the famous battlefield where Kamehameha, "the Napoleon of the Pacific," had won the great victory that made him undisputed ruler of the island. They saw the steep precipice where the three thousand Aohu, fighting to the last gasp, had made their final stand, and had at last been driven over the cliff to the death awaiting them below. It was with a feeling of genuine regret that they finally bade farewell to the enchanting island and again took ship to pursue their journey. A large number of new passengers had come on board at Honolulu, and among them was a man who soon attached himself to the baseball party. He was tall and distinguished in appearance, smooth and plausible in his conversation, and seemed to be thoroughly versed in the great national game. His ingratiating manners soon made him a favorite with the women of the party also, and he spared no pains to deepen this impression.