Biff turned and clapped Kamuka on the shoulder.
“Will we have fun, Kamuka! First, the yacht will take us out into the Atlantic Ocean—”
“I have heard of it,” put in Kamuka. “They say it is bigger than a thousand Amazons.”
“And you’ll see New York, which is more wonderful than any El Dorado!”
It was hard to tell which boy felt the greater thrill. Each was glad to continue a companionship in which they had shared so many adventures, forming the bonds of a friendship that would last always.
Mr. Brewster was the most pleased of all. He stood at the stem of the yacht with Biff and Kamuka, while they were churning their way down the broad Orinoco toward Ciudad Bolivar, the largest port on the river. It was then that Biff turned to his father and said, very seriously:
“Dad, I can’t see how Stannart and Serbot missed out. When they used me as a go-between, they had everything so easy.”
“So easy, Biff?”
“Yes. I must have been a big handicap to the safari. I’d never even seen a jungle, let alone run into the sort of dangers we found there.”
“But you learned to meet those dangers, and more.”