“Do you also think he’s the one you had your tussle with?”
“He could be,” Biff said slowly. “I’d say he’s about the right size. I didn’t get a close look at his face, though.”
Tokawto moaned. He opened his eyes. He looked at Biff, and a frown of recognition crossed his face. He stretched out one hand and spoke.
“Ka Lae,” he said, and repeated the two Hawaiian words: “Ka Lae.”
“What does that mean, Hank?” Mr. Brewster asked.
“Ka Lae is the name of the southern tip of the Big Island-Hawaii.”
“I think he was trying to tell me that,” Biff said. “I’m sure he recognized me, and is trying to tell us that we ought to go to Ka Lae.”
Biff’s father nodded his head. “I think you’re right, Biff. Those words have a meaning for me, too. I’ll tell you about it later. Back at the hotel.”
They walked the short distance back to their quarters.
“Hank, do you think we could charter a boat here for a couple of days?”