In the hills, he had become ill of a tropical fever. He had been found by a monk and carried to the monastery. There he had lain close to death for weeks, not knowing what was going on about him.
Only in the last two weeks had he come back to his senses. The monks had insisted that he stay with them until he was strong enough to travel.
“Well, I guess that about winds up my stay here in the Caribbean,” Biff said. “I’ve got to get back to good old Indianapolis and school.”
“We’ll hate to see you go, Biff,” Derek said. “Won’t you come back and visit us?”
“Or maybe you could come to Indianapolis,” Biff invited.
“I’d like to,” Derek said eagerly.
“One more piece of business,” Uncle Charlie cut in.
“What’s that, Keene?” Brom Zook asked.
“I’d like to make sure that we found the same pearl fishery you discovered.”
“Good idea.” Brom Zook glanced at his watch. “I’m anxious to get back to Curaçao. Why don’t you get everything ready, and the boys and I will take a run down the coast in the boat? They can show me their spot.”