He saw him coming at a run.
“Hi, Uncle Charlie!” Biff called. “I knew you’d be back for me!” He could see the big grin on Charlie’s face as he drew nearer.
Biff’s smile of happiness changed to one of dismay. His uncle was only a few feet away. From behind a clump of bushes, Crunch appeared. He leaped out as Charlie passed. His huge arms wrapped around Keene.
“Look out!” Biff cried. It was too late.
Charles Keene, a powerful man himself, was helpless in the giant Indian’s grasp.
CHAPTER XVI
A “Magic” Alarm
Biff watched his uncle struggle to break free of the Indian’s crushing grasp. He saw the tendons in his uncle’s neck grow taut and stand out as Charlie Keene heaved his shoulders with every bit of his strength.
It was as if his uncle were trying to break loose from iron bands.
“Crunch! Crunch,” Biff shouted. “Let him go! Let him go!”
The Indian only shook his head.