lad."

When a visit was paid to the burnt house nobody was in sight. But
in the woods nearby a wounded sailor was discovered. He was badly
hurt, and, though given every care, died two days later while on
shipboard.

"You'll have a job finding Lesher, Baxter, and the others," he said,
when being attended. "They said they wouldn't give in to anybody,
and when they learned the warship was here they rowed away in a boat
for one of the other islands, They'll hide away until after you are
gone."

"If that's the case, let them stay here," said Captain Blossom. "It
will be punishment enough for them to live here without any stores."

"They may find those at the cave," said Tom.

"Even so, those stores won't last forever," said Dick. "Yes, they
will be punished enough, for there is no telling when another ship
will stop here and take them away."

"More than likely they'll have to remain here a year or two," said
Captain Blossom.

Everything of value was taken to the warship, and twenty-four hours
later the Jefferson steamed away on her journey to the Hawaiian Islands.

"How glad mother will be to learn that I am safe!" said Dora to Dick.

"It will be good news to all of our folks," answered Dick. "They will
welcome us as from the grave."

"I hope we can get a steamer directly from Honolulu to San Francisco,"
said Tom. "Our little vacation has proved unusually long."

"Do you think that we will ever see Dan Baxter again?" questioned Sam.

"I hardly think so," said Dick. "After what has happened he will not
dare to show his face again." But Dan Baxter did show himself, and
what he did to harm the Rover boys in the future will be told in
another volume of this series, entitled "The Rover Boys in Camp; or The
Rivals of Pine Island," in which we shall meet many of our old friends
again. It may be as well to mention here that Baxter and two sailors
escaped from the seven islands just one week after our friends left it.
The others, including Jack Lesher, lost their lives while in a quarrel
over the last bottle of rum which the mate had brought with him from
the burning wreck. Their taking off was an awful example of the evils
of intemperance.

It was soon seen that Bostwick was not seriously burnt, and before
the trip to Honolulu was over he was able to sit up and to walk a
little. The wounds of those who had been shot proved slight.

"We are well out of that adventure," said Tom one evening, as the
Rover boys and the