When the vessel reached Kingstown harbor the boys could scarcely wait to get ashore. They learned that the Windsor Hotel was in a suburb, and hired a carriage to take them to the hostelry. “There is father now!” cried Frank, as they entered the beautiful grounds, and he pointed to a figure reclining in an invalid chair on the veranda. “And my father is there, too!” exclaimed Mark. In another moment they were out of the carriage and rushing up the veranda steps. As they came closer both Mr. Newton and Mr. Robertson sat up to greet them. “My boy!” cried Mr. Newton, and flung his arms around Frank. “My own boy!” “Mark!” came from Mr. Robertson, and his face broke out into a warm smile of welcome. “We were just talking about you and wondering if we would get a letter.” “You don’t know how glad I am to see you, even like this, father,” answered Mark. “We were afraid you had been burnt up.” “Yes, and we went on a regular search for both of you,” broke in Frank. “And they came pretty close to losing their own lives in that search,” came from the professor, as he shook hands. “Then you went ashore--” began Mr. Newton, in wonder. “Yes, we went volcano exploring,” said Darry. “And we climbed Mont Pelee,” finished Sam. “I don’t believe we’ll ever want to do it again.” “No,” finished Mark. “Once was enough. Now we are all safe away from it, I never want to see the island of Martinique again.” And the others agreed with him. Let me add a few words more, and then we will bring to a close this tale of sight-seeing and adventures in the West Indies. What Mr. Newton and Mr. Robertson had written in their letters concerning their injuries was true. Although painful, none of the burns were serious, and they were both doing as well as could be expected. In a few days each was able to walk a little, and inside of a month both were practically as well as ever. For the time being all business in Martinique, and a good part of that in St. Vincent, came to a standstill, and this being so nothing could be done regarding the dyewood scheme the two gentlemen had had in mind. Consequently the pair returned to the United States at the first available opportunity. “Take good care of yourselves in the future, boys,” said Mr. Robertson, on leaving. “And let the active volcanoes alone,” added Mr. Newton. And all of the party agreed to heed the advice. During the time spent in St. Vincent the boys made one trip northward toward La Soufriere. But though they inspected the great volcano from a distance they took good care to keep out of the zone of fire. “It’s a fearful spot,” said Mark. “Worse even than around Mont Pelee. It’s a regular Inferno on earth,” and the others said the same. At last came the day for the young explorers to leave St. Vincent. Anxious to learn what had become of Hockley, who had not answered a letter sent to Trinidad by him, Professor Strong engaged passage on a vessel bound for Port-of-Spain.