Biff and his uncle waited. No sign of Crunch. No sound.
“It’ll be night soon, Biff. He’ll never come back in the dark.”
“I know that. I’m going to try again. Crunch! Night is coming on. My magic works better in the dark. If you don’t come back before it’s dark, then I’ll have to break my promise and magic my way out.”
“That ought to do it if anything will, Biff,” Charlie said.
They waited. Both looked toward the east. Already the horizon was beginning to darken. Minutes passed. It would be totally dark in another minute.
“Crunch come back.” The deep voice came from the shadows.
Charlie Keene swung around. Ten feet away, at the edge of the sand apron extending from the undergrowth to the house, stood Crunch.
“Let me do the talking, Uncle Charlie,” Biff said in a low voice.
“You bet I will, Biff. You know how to handle that giant.”
“Come here, Crunch,” Biff said gently.