“Crunch not sure. Hear about white man up in mountain called Carbet.”
Derek grabbed the Indian by both shoulders and shook him. “Tell me! Tell me about the white man,” he urged.
“Little brother tell story. Little brother live in mountains, in small shack. Tell about sick white man. White man come to mountains two months, maybe three months, maybe more. Long time ago. Get very sick. Priests take white man in. Maybe your father.”
“Can we go there right now?” Derek asked excitedly.
“Take long time. Hard trip up mountains.”
They started out late that afternoon. Night overtook the party before their journey was half completed. Exhausted by the hard day and the excitement of Crunch’s clue, the first real one Derek had, all four slept in the open.
By midmorning the next day, they reached the shack where Crunch’s brother Moti lived. Moti told the same story Crunch had told the day before.
“Is this place far from here?” Derek asked eagerly.
“One hour away,” Moti replied.
From Moti’s description of the place, Uncle Charlie came to the conclusion it was a small monastery.