It was Biff's move now. He eased up to Li, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Salaam, Sahib." Li turned and blinked puzzled at the face beneath the turban until Biff could no longer restrain a grin.
"Biff!" exclaimed Li. "But where—and why—"
"We can't talk here," interposed Biff. "Meet me around the corner and bring Kamuka."
Chandra was with Biff when the other boys arrived. After introducing the
Indian youth, Biff said:
"I must go to New Delhi. If Chandra can go with me, it is up to him to decide who can accompany us."
"I can go," Chandra assured him, "and Kamuka, too. But not Li." He turned to the Hawaiian youth. "Too many people saw you with Biff while you were watching Jinnah Jad make jadoo. You might be recognized, one because of the other."
Before Li could even show the disappointment that he felt, Biff softened the situation.
"Somebody will have to go up to Darjeeling," he reminded his friend, "to tell the family where I've gone. Canceling those extra plane reservations and handling our luggage is a tough job, too. It looks like you're elected, Li."
Li not only was elected; he did his job well. He went to the Grand Hotel and returned by taxi, rejoining the group at a restaurant that Chandra had specified. Li had canceled the air reservations without difficulty; he had brought hiking packs for Biff and Kamuka, and he had arranged for shipment of the excess baggage.
After a substantial meal, Li returned to the hotel by cab, to catch the Darjeeling plane. The other boys boarded a big bus for Howrah, across the river. Biff and Kamuka looked down from the tremendous cantilever span and viewed the muddy Hooghly, hoping to spot the Northern Star moored in the dim distance. They were talking about it—in English, unfortunately—when Chandra hissed for silence.