Li gave the driver instructions.
Biff looked at the luminous dial of his watch.
“Jeepers! Do you know it’s been two hours since we left the hotel! Seems like only minutes.”
Tom Brewster and Hank Mahenili were still up when the boys reached home.
“Well, we were beginning to wonder what had happened to you two,” Tom Brewster said.
“Plenty, Dad,” Biff said, smiling.
“It looks like it.” His father was looking at Biff’s rumpled white jacket. One shoulder of it bore a smudge where he had landed on the green carpet of Dr. Weber’s room.
“We had a little adventure,” Biff said. “More than we expected.”
“You’re all right, Li?” Hank Mahenili asked, a worried look on his face.
“Sure, Dad. It was Biff who had the fight.”