CHAPTER TWELVE

The Last Day

The children thoroughly enjoyed their last day at Camp Chimo. Ibrahim’s team was the only one that had successfully completed the scavenger hunt. They won a return trip to the camp with their families.

“That really is the best news ever,” said Zayn, dipping his fingers from the side of the canoe into the cool water.

“Yeah,” agreed Ibrahim. “Huda will love it here, especially after working so hard trying to raise money.”

“I’m glad we worked on the scavenger hunt instead of canoeing,” said Zayn. “I’m already excited about coming back here!”

“You deserve it,” said Ibrahim. “If it wasn’t for your research, Billy Jones would have continued to feed people that awful Pot-o-Mush.”

“You’re right,” said Zayn. “I never thought of it that way. I probably saved hundreds of people from terrible food! They should name a cabin after me—”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” said Ibrahim, laughing. “You know it was Allah who guided us to catch those guys.”

“—and then they should put up a plaque!” said Zayn, with a faraway look in his eyes, too busy with his own thoughts to hear what Ibrahim was saying.

Ibrahim did the only thing he could think of to make his cousin stop. He stood up in their canoe, tipping it over—again!