So Bill headed the plane nearly north and they flew along at an altitude of about six hundred feet. “That must be Lanai over there to the left,” Rogers announced a few minutes later. “And Molokai straight ahead,” Gordon added. “Righto,” Bill agreed. “It can’t be more than a hundred miles to Honolulu,” Rogers said. “How about going there and laying in supplies?” “Oh, boy, right where I live,” Gordon chuckled. “We’ll really attract less attention in a large place like Honolulu than if we land near some small town and we don’t want to make ourselves any more conspicuous than is necessary the way I figure it,” Rogers explained. “I think you’re right,” Bill agreed giving the wheel a slight turn to the left. “According to that old map our stamping ground is not far from that point,” Rogers said as, a half hour later, they passed over the western end of Molokai. “And it doesn’t look to me as though that end of the island is very thickly populated,” Gordon declared as he gazed over the side of the cockpit. “It isn’t,” Rogers told him. “That’s Laau Point and there’s no settlement within about twenty miles of it.” “Can’t make us mad, eh?” Gordon chuckled. “No, the fewer the better,” Bill told him. It was just ten o’clock when the Albatross settled to the ground on the outskirts of the city. Contrary to their hopes, however, the plane had been sighted and there was a large and, as Gordon afterward declared, a very mixed reception committee ready to greet them. In fact it seemed to them that about every nation on the globe was represented. Everyone wanted to shake hands with them and for the better part of an hour they were kept busy at the task. Also everyone wanted to know where they came from and all about them and when they learned that they were from the States their greeting was all the more cordial. Finally and with great difficulty Rogers made it clear that they were going to remain on the island only long enough to lay in some supplies and that they would positively submit to no receptions or other demonstrations much as they appreciated their very cordial welcome. Immediately a man, evidently an American, stepped forward and informed them that his car was at their disposal for as long a time as they wished to make use of it. “You go with him and get what we need and Gordon and I will stay here with the plane,” Bill whispered to Rogers and he nodded assent. “I’ll get back as soon as I can,” he promised. After he had driven away with the man the crowd continued to besiege the boys with questions as to where they were going and what they were going to do and why they couldn’t stay. To all of which they gave more or less evasive answers. “What island is this,” Gordon asked one of them. “Ohau.” “Oh, I’m all right, but what’s the name of this island?” “Ohau,” the man again replied. “Is he trying to get funny with me?” Gordon whispered to Bill.