Chuba spoke to Biff. “You stay here now. I go little piece down hill, see if I can spot Chan Li coming up.” Chuba left. Biff remained silent, not wanting to give Muscles’ position away by talking to him any more.
In a few minutes Chuba returned. His face told Biff the story.
“He’s coming. Be here real quick.”
“Is he alone?”
“He by himself.”
Good, Biff thought. If Chan Li acted suspiciously, or tried any funny stuff, Muscles lay in waiting.
Chan Li came into the small clearing around the spring. He bowed low to Chuba, then repeated the gesture to Biff.
“He asks who you are, Biff,” Chuba translated.
“Tell him I am a friend of the House of Kwang. I seek their help.”
Interpreter Chuba spoke swiftly.