“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.”