Roberts got up from his chair and said, “Let’s go out to Diamond Head. I have an idea that the Fanny is somewhere around there.”
They went to the wharf and rousing the sailor aboard the Moi Wahine, the sails were raised and in the calm moonlight they sped away to Diamond Head. When they were in full sight of the light house, Roberts saw a green light flash out over the water from a large black mass which was blacker than the darkness around it. The green light was followed by two red ones, and then by a white one. Roberts returned the signal and sailed for the spot.
“Ship ahoy!” he called softly.
“The Fanny” was the response. “Who are you?”
“The Moi Wahine. Don’t attempt to land at Honolulu. Customs’ men are on to you. They were looking for you yesterday.”
The Fanny’s captain laughed. “What would you advise, Roberts?”
“Go to Pearl Harbor instead. Nobody has seen you. The old fellow up there is asleep and we can get up to Pearl Harbor with this wind before daybreak. Once there, you can remain in hiding ’til night. Then I’ll come and transfer your cargo into the Moi Wahine.”
Capt. Mitchell favored the plan and with the Moi Wahine in the lead, the two schooners sailed to Pearl Harbor, where the Fanny was anchored. The Moi Wahine was sailed back to town and moored at her usual place.
“Nobody will be the wiser, old chap,” he said to Ah Pung. “We’ll stay at home today and tonight the opium will be brought back. Let the stones stay in the hold until the next night, then we’ll bring them to your house, a few at a time. Then, Ah Pung, I’ll claim my reward.”
Ah Pung nodded and invited Sam in to spend the day at his house.