Biff grinned. “Couldn’t find a better combination.”
“And I don’t think we have to worry too much about Dietz now,” Charles Keene added.
That’s where Uncle Charlie was wrong.
CHAPTER XVIII
All Set To Dive
It was nearly five o’clock when Biff, Derek, and Charlie Keene reached the dock in the harbor of the Baie du Trésor. They rode a truck five miles out of La Trinité. The truck was piled high with gear necessary to their search.
A thirty-foot cabin cruiser was waiting for them. Keene had chartered it as his first step after arriving in La Trinité. Slung on davits on the cruiser’s stern was a fourteen-foot dory with an outboard motor. This was the boat from which they would do the pearl diving.
With all gear stowed, Uncle Charlie started the cruiser’s engine and backed away. On the dock, natives waved, calling, “Bonne chance! Bonne chance! Good luck! Good luck!”
“Take the wheel, Biff,” his uncle ordered. “Head straight out while I confer with the owner.”
“The owner?” Biff and Derek glanced around the cruiser, then looked curiously at Uncle Charlie.
“That’s you, Derek.” Biff’s uncle grinned. “Since you’re the boss, you’re the owner. I’m the skipper, and Biff is the crew. And I’m sure you want a tightly run ship, so look sharp there, Brewster.”