“Any guy that could do that naturally wouldn’t have to try very hard,” Gordon told them. “Which may be true although it doesn’t make any sense,” Bill declared. “What doesn’t make sense?” “What you said.” “I’ll leave it to Steve if it didn’t.” “I think I got your meaning,” Rogers chuckled. “There, smarty,” Gordon jeered. “All right, my mistake. Let’s go to sleep.” When Bill awoke again it was broad daylight and the sun was shining. The fog had entirely cleared and the sky was cloudless. A glance at his watch told him that it was nearly seven o’clock and he spoke to the others. “You fellows going to sleep all day?” As soon as he had the others really awake, he looked about him. In front stretched the ocean while back of them and some hundred feet distant grew a thick forest of a variety of tropical trees. The broad hard beach stretched in either distance as far as he could see. “Well, we sure had plenty of room to land after all,” he remarked. “I’ll say we did,” Gordon agreed as he got up and stretched himself. “How about breakfast?” “Always thinking of your tummy,” Bill laughed as he began dragging what was left of their supply of food from the plane. “I hope the coffee in this last vacuum bottle is hot.” It was and they made a fairly satisfactory breakfast although Gordon insisted that it was far below par. “Now,” Rogers began as soon as they had finished, “I suppose the first thing in order is to try and find out where we are.” “And locate a base of supplies,” Gordon added. “Say,” Gordon asked as they were getting ready to hop off, “did we hear something in the night or did I dream it?” “If you dreamed it I reckon I did too,” Bill told him. “And that includes me also,” Rogers added. “What was it?” Gordon added. “Don’t you wish you knew?” Rogers mocked. “Do you know?” “Haven’t an idea.” “How about you, Bill?” “Same way.” “But don’t you think we ought to know what it was?” “Maybe, but I don’t know how we’re going to. We’ve got other things of more importance on hand just now,” Bill told him. “Perhaps and perhaps not,” Gordon retorted. “Anyhow I’d hate most awfully to have whatever it was making it get hold of me.” “Some things aren’t so bad as they sound,” Rogers smiled. “Well, that thing could be a whole lot better and then be bad enough,” Gordon told him. They had decided that the best plan was to go up in the plane and see what they could see. So, a few minutes after they had finished eating, they were once again in the air which was remarkably clear. “This can’t be the right island,” Gordon declared as soon as they were up about a hundred feet, “it isn’t large enough.” “From this map of the islands I think this is Kahoolawe,” Rogers said. “It looks to be about the right size and over there that big island must be Maui.” “Then Molokai ought to be about sixty miles a little east of north from here,” Bill suggested. “Exactly,” Rogers agreed.