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96 "What you make much noise about?" he demanded. "American boys must keep quiet."

"We can't stand the bugs!" cried Oliver. "Take us away from here. This is all a mistake. We did not come here to interfere with your dance—we came to see a man named Joe Koloa?"

"Joe Koloa!" repeated the native leader, with some show of surprise. "What you want of Joe Koloa?"

"We want to have a talk with him."

"What about?" Oliver hesitated, and looked at Dan. His chum speedily came to the rescue.

"He used to know a friend of ours—a man named Gaston Brown."

"Koloa not here any more. He gone away yesterday."

"Did he say why he was going?" asked Oliver.

"No; he very silent about his trip. He go off with an American sailor."

"A sailor!" murmured Oliver. He turned to Dan. "Can somebody else who was on the Dart in the Philippines know of this affair?" he whispered.

"How did the sailor look?" asked Dan. "Did you hear his name?"

"The sailor had one arm."