“Where am I, Crunch?” Biff called out. “You think I’m at this window, don’t you? You hear my voice at this window. But I’m not here. Only my voice is. My body is at the other window.”
Biff leaped across the small room at his last word and sprang into view at the window to the left of the door. As he looked out, Crunch was still watching the other window.
Biff banged the bars of the window, being careful not to speak. Crunch swung his head around. The sight of Biff startled him. Biff ducked down. He cupped his hands and held them to his mouth. Turning his head in the direction of the other window, he called in a low voice:
“But my voice is still where you first heard it!”
Biff raised his head slowly. The simple trick was working. Crunch had turned to the other window.
“Now my voice and body are back together again, Crunch!”
The startled expression on Crunch’s face showed the giant Indian’s confusion. He was becoming frightened.
“If I only had a clincher,” Biff thought. “Something that would really impress Crunch.” Biff’s eyes lit on the alarm clock. An idea popped into his head.
“I’m going to disappear, Crunch,” he called. “But I’ll return. And if I return, you will have to release that man.”