“What did you expect to see?” asked Ned.
“Oh, cannibals and wild animals and so on.”
“Well, I’m glad to say there are none in the Sandwich Islands.”
“I’m not. We won’t have any fun now.”
“You wouldn’t call it fun to get mixed up with a lot of cannibals?”
“We could lick them easy enough,” responded Herc lightly.
“They’d make you an idol if they saw that red head of yours,” laughed a ship-mate.
“Well, I’m good at idling,” responded Herc.
“No need to tell us that,” chorused the Jackies gleefully.
They disembarked in orderly fashion, and, breaking through rows of importunate beggars, hotel runners and restaurant and café men, headed for the town. As they were leaving the dock, a native rushed up to Herc and threw his arms about him.