“He only told you what you asked him,” Bill whispered back trying to keep from laughing. “You mean——” “Sure, that’s the name of the island, O-H-A-U.” “Oh,” Gordon grinned. “I thought he was asking after my health.” It was just noon when Rogers returned with the back of the car nearly filled with packages of all shapes and sizes. “I’ve got our dinner here,” he told them indicating a package which he had been carrying in his lap. “Thought we’d eat on the way back instead of going to a hotel.” “Good idea,” Bill told him. They hurried as rapidly as possible in transferring the parcels to the compartment back of the seats in the plane and by half past twelve were ready to start back. The man who had loaned his car begged them to remain on the island as his guests for as long a time as they might wish, but they soon convinced him of the impossibility of such a visit and thanked him most cordially for his kindness in helping them. He told them his name was James Borden and that he lived in the city and begged them to come and see him whenever they could. “Now how about that box with our dinner in it?” Gordon asked as soon as the plane was headed south. “Here it is,” Rogers laughed as he reached back behind his seat. “Go to it.” They flew along slowly while eating and it was nearly two o’clock when they arrived over Laau Point and prepared to land. “Doesn’t look exactly like a paradise,” Gordon declared as the plane settled down about a hundred yards from the rocky coast. “Well, we didn’t come here for a picnic,” Bill reminded him. “Maybe we’ll have one just the same,” Rogers added. It was not a pleasant looking prospect so far as the country itself appeared. It was very rocky for as far as they could see and there were but few trees in sight. “I thought these tropical islands were covered with palms and beautiful flowers and all that sort of thing,” Gordon said as he hopped from the cockpit. “Then this must be the exception that proves the rule,” Bill told him. “Well we’re here anyhow and that’s the main thing. Where are we going to live?” “One place looks about as good as another,” Bill told him as he glanced about. “We’ve got the pup tents and about all we need is to find a soft place to pitch them.” “Most of these rocks look kind of hard to me,” Gordon grinned. “Looks rather inviting over there,” Rogers said pointing to a place about a hundred feet from where they were standing. They hurried over and found a nearly circular spot of sand hemmed in by rocks on all sides. It was about twelve feet in diameter and, as Gordon said, the sand looked reasonably soft. “Probably it’s as good as we’ll find and at any rate we’ll be rather inconspicuous here,” Bill declared. “But we ought to get the plane nearer,” Gordon told them. “Nothing difficult about that,” Bill assured him. “You tell me where you want it and I’ll have it there in nothing flat.”