Nightfall found them off Ka Lae, or South Cape. They anchored in thirty feet of clear water, about a quarter of a mile off shore. They could see the white combers lashing at the rocky formation of the beach.
“We’ll combine our evening meal with a council of war,” Tom Brewster said, once the ship was made tight for the night.
“You figure we’re in the danger area now, Dad?” Biff asked.
“Huntington’s sloop is on the bottom of the ocean somewhere in this area.”
“And Perez Soto is looking for it just as hard as we are,” Hank Mahenili added.
“What about Dr. Weber?” Biff asked. “Do you think he’s aboard Perez Soto’s boat, or do you think he’s being held on shore?”
“Hard to say, Biff. My feeling is that he’s being held on shore. A captive on a boat could be too easily spotted at a refueling wharf.”
“Don’t you think, Dad, that we ought to divide up now?” Biff suggested. “Two of us make a shore search for Dr. Weber, the other two cruise around and try to spot the sunken sloop?”
“Good idea, Biff. We’ll do that tomorrow,” Mr. Brewster agreed. “Hank and I will go ashore. You and Li conduct the sea search.”
That suited Biff and Li just fine. They looked at one another and smiled.