At first, Biff was all for barging right ahead, crashing right in and demanding of Dietz the whereabouts of Derek.
“Don’t think we’d better do that, Biff,” Uncle Charlie said. “We don’t know how many cohorts Dietz might have. He’s bound to have a servant or two. Particularly since he had to have someone to keep a sharp eye on Derek.”
“I see what you mean, Uncle Charlie. What’s your plan of action?” Biff asked.
“I’ll go up to the hacienda by myself. I can keep Dietz plenty busy with questions and accusations for a while. That will give you time to scout around the outbuildings and search for Derek.”
“But won’t Dietz want to find out how Derek got away?”
“Perhaps. But since Dietz thinks he is gone, what good will it do him to worry about locking the gate now that his prize has fled?”
Biff nodded his head. Then another thought came to him.
“But won’t the guard who let Derek get away be so worried and scared he’ll report to Dietz at once?” Biff asked.
“Whoa, there, my boy. You’re beginning to think like Dietz. Why should the guard be upset? He still has Derek, hasn’t he?”
“I forgot, Uncle Charlie,” Biff said sheepishly.