Charlie Keene chuckled. “I take it all back, Biff. There’s nothing soft about that head of yours. Now, let’s get out of here! But fast!”
“Why, Uncle Charlie? We can get out any time we want to. Why don’t we both spend the night here? I’d like to gain Crunch’s confidence completely. He could be a big help to us on Martinique. It’s good to have a friend in the enemy’s camp.”
“Yes, Biff. I think you’ve really got something going. We couldn’t get back to Martinique tonight, anyway.”
Biff opened the door and went out.
“Where are you going?” his uncle called softly.
“Back in a minute.” Biff was back in less.
“Had to get this,” he said with a grin. He held up the alarm clock. “Heap big magic, Uncle Charlie.”
Biff left the door open. He and his uncle sat down on the cot.
“When Crunch comes back and sees the door open,” Biff laughed, “he’ll really think I can out-magic a voodoo medicine man.”