Late in the second afternoon of the Brewsters’ stay in Honolulu, Biff and Likake were swimming when Biff saw his father come down to the beach and hail him.
“Let’s go, Li!” Biff called, and the boys rode a breaker back to the shore.
“Hi, Dad. You want me?” Water dripped off Biff’s tanned body. Likake, his round brown face with its usual eager expression, stood beside him.
“I want you to get dressed, now, son. I’d like you to come to the dinner and evening session of our meeting,” Mr. Brewster said.
“You bet, Dad. Wouldn’t miss it for anything. This is the night you speak, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Tom Brewster smiled. “But that isn’t the main reason for my wanting you there. I’ll tell you about it later.”
“Okay, Dad. May Likake come along?”
“Surely. Mr. and Mrs. Mahenili are coming. The little ones will stay at home.”
Likake had gone on ahead.
“What’s it all about, Dad? Something to do with Dr. Weber?” Biff asked.