“Yeah, maybe.” Bob had a feeling he was going to be busy with his own girlfriends when he got back.
Pete, who was riding with Ascención, was thinking of Kelly. He had told her he would be away at least two weeks. Would her heart be fonder after only ten days? At least she’d have had less time to forget him. And she had given him a T-shirt with her name on it.
Hey, Kelly, he thought. Wait till you hear about how I escaped from a volcano.
Jupe was thinking about beans and rice. He never wanted to see another bean or another grain of rice as long as he lived. He knew he’d lost a good ten pounds, but his taste buds were bored to death. He couldn’t wait to taste his first tomato, lettuce, and pickle salad again.
But first he had to treat his friends and himself to a big juicy pizza. They all deserved it.
Pete glanced at Bob as he drew up beside him. The words on Bob’s T-shirt couldn’t be truer.
The Survivors.
After all they had been through in these mountains the Three Investigators had certainly proved to be that.
Survivors.