CHAPTER XXI.
THE LANDING AT HILO.
"Well, we have two enemies to contend with instead of one," remarked Dan, as we approached Hilo Bay, a small, semicircular sheet of water on the northeast coast of the island of Hawaii: "Caleb Merkin and Ramon Delverez."
"Yes, and while we are running after one the other is following us," answered Oliver, with an uneasy laugh. "I'll tell you what, fellows, hunting a treasure isn't such easy work after all."
"Never despair!" I put in. "We are bound to come out on top in the end, Oliver—you said so yourself."
"We must watch every person who lands," said Dan. "I don't see how Delverez can escape us."
"He's a snake in the grass and just as shady," answered Oliver.
Soon we came up to Hilo, a city of fifteen thousand inhabitants. The place is set on a plain, with one main street crossing the other at right angles. There are a dozen good-sized
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