Biff and his uncle heard Crunch approaching.
“I want to see this,” Charlie said. He walked over to the window. Biff was right beside him. Crunch stood in the sand, staring at the open door. It took several moments for the Indian to get over his amazement. He put down the food he was carrying and moved about in a shuffle, trying to make up his mind what he should do next.
The giant turned suddenly and started off at a lope, intending to search the grounds for Biff and his uncle.
“We’re still here, Crunch,” Biff called out. “We haven’t escaped.”
Crunch stopped. He came back to the cellhouse slowly. Standing in the doorway, his jaw sagged open. Disbelief showed in his eyes.
“No go away? No escape?” He was completely bewildered.
“No, Crunch. I told you we wouldn’t.”
“How you get door open?”
Biff only smiled in reply, looking very wise and mysterious.
“Magic! You make more magic!”