What had happened to the Ancient One’s grandson?
CHAPTER XXI
Out of the Frying Pan
The clank of a heavy key in the lock of the door woke Biff the next day. He started to yawn, and stretched the kinks from his shoulders and legs. Abruptly he sat up. It could be the “cook!” Biff’s hopes dimmed when the man entered. Again it was the same old servant, well protected by an armed guard.
Biff looked at the Ancient One. His face was expressionless. Uncle Charlie shrugged his shoulders at Biff’s questioning look.
“Don’t let it get you down, Biff. We haven’t lost yet. Maybe at the noon meal, perhaps we’ll get some word then.”
“Wish Muscles were here. If he were we could overpower the guard and make a break for it.”
“Muscles—what made you think of Muscles all of a sudden?”
Biff clamped his open hand on his head, his jaw dropped as a thought struck him.
“I com-plete-ly forgot to tell you. Muscles is here, in China, in Jaraminka!”
“Where’d you leave him?” Uncle Charlie decided details could be explained later.