“Huntington’s boat?”
“Could be, Li. But let’s not get our hopes up too high.”
“Let’s go. Let’s get back to the Easy Action and cruise over there. We’ve got to find out.”
Before agreeing, Biff thought about his father and Hank Mahenili. Should the boys continue the search? After all, the same storm that had forced him and Li to spend the night ashore could well have caused the fathers to take shelter. Perhaps their parents even now were back at the beach opposite the anchorage, or even aboard the yawl. Biff made his decision.
“Okay, Li. Let’s go,” Biff said.
The boys reached the beach opposite the Easy Action’s anchorage in half the time it had taken them to make the ascent. Downhill, all the way.
“We’ll take the dinghy out,” Biff said. “Won’t do our parents any good if the yawl isn’t here.”
Their haste matched the excitement growing inside them about their find. Of course, both knew they could be in for a great disappointment. Biff pushed that depressing thought out of his mind.
Li upped anchor while Biff got the engine started, then went to the cockpit. Biff took the tiller and pointed the yawl’s bow directly out to sea. With a careful eye, he measured the distance from shore until he was sure he was about half a mile out. Then he put the helm of the Easy Action hard over to the starboard and cruised parallel to the shore.
“Think you’ve got that spot well marked in your mind, Li?”