CHAPTER XVI
Held Prisoner
High up the side of Mauna Loa volcano, Tom Brewster and Hank Mahenili turned their binoculars on the sea 10,000 feet below them and several miles away.
The men scanned the coastline, inch by inch, searching for any activity on the wide horizon.
“Can’t spot the Easy Action, Hank. Can you?” Tom Brewster asked.
“No. But look over there. To your right. Line up on that tall palm tree, couple hundred feet down.”
Tom Brewster followed his friend’s directions. He adjusted his glasses. As the focus became sharp, he spotted a black object, apparently a boat, anchored off shore.
“Couldn’t that be a black power boat? Looks like it to me, Tom,” Hank said.
Brewster studied the boat for a minute before replying. “I think it is. I’m sure it is. That must be Perez Soto’s boat.”
Mahenili had turned his glasses in the direction where the Easy Action should be riding at anchor.
“I’m getting worried about the boys, Tom.”