“Well, it was growing dark. I slipped several times, cut myself, too.”
“I see you did. We better put some antiseptic on that cut.”
“I’ve already cleaned it out with salt water. Stung like the dickens.”
“We’ll still do some more doctoring. Now get on with your story,” Biff ordered.
“Well, I knew I wouldn’t make it at night, so I found a protected spot and went to sleep. This morning, I made my way farther up the cliff, found a place where I could cross, and came over to this side.”
“And I was gone.”
“Yes, Biff. When I finally made it here, I could have died. No Biff. No boat.”
“I was looking for you. I must have sailed two or three miles down the coast, trying to spot you.”
“That’s what I finally figured out, Biff. I thought that since the boat was gone and there was no wreckage on the beach, old E.A. hadn’t smashed up. So, putting my two heads together, I also figured you must be safe and had gone hunting for me. So I just sat and waited. Boy, when you rounded that promontory, was I ever glad!”
“Me too, when I saw you jumping around like a crazy Indian!”