CHAPTER 39

Dad gave Beck and me a little grief about doing something so dangerous. “We’re better when we all work together,” he told us. “Think about that before you two jump into danger headfirst again.”

“Yes, sir,” we both said, even though, between you and me, I think Beck and I did an amazingly spectacular job on our own.

That night, after the sun spent the day drying out the village, we had a huge celebration. All the locals put on their most festive feathered costumes. They cooked us a feast, banged drums, tooted wooden flutes, and danced. Beck and I were given feathered necklaces and crowns.