The alarm bell went off. Crunch stood up.
“No magic. You still be here when Crunch come back?”
“I’ll be here, Crunch,” Biff replied.
Crunch went out, still careful to lock the door behind him. There could be no doubt that his liking for Biff was growing, but fear of Dietz still guided the Indian’s actions.
Crunch had been gone about five minutes. Biff stretched out on the cot and turned on his left side. “Ouch,” he said as the pen clipped to his shirt pocket dug into him. He changed the pen to his hip pocket and settled, face down, relaxed. Suddenly he sat up again, took out the pen, and stared at it thoughtfully....
Minutes later, Biff was startled by a call, a call from a voice that was good news to Biff.
“Biff! Biff! Where are you? Sing out so I can come to you.”
“Here, Uncle Charlie! I’m here! In this house. It’s the one farthest from the big house.”
“I’m on my way, Biff!”
Biff leaped to the door. He stood there, hands grasping the bars, straining his eyes to spot his uncle.