“We should be,” Biff replied. “We should be nearing the valley soon. What do you think, Chuba? And you, Muscles?”
“Chuba think we reach it right over next hill.”
“I’ll trust Chuba’s judgment,” Muscles chimed in.
Chuba was right. The valley was over the next hill. They had reached it at a point below where it rose steeply to the metal fence.
“The rest of you wait here,” Charles Keene ordered. “I’ll make a quick trip for a fast look-see.”
“And I’m with you,” Biff said quickly. His uncle gave him a look, hesitated for a moment, but apparently decided not to protest.
“But Charlie—” Muscles started to say.
“No buts about it. Come on, Biff.”
Uncle and nephew climbed the slope. Biff found the opening in the fence. They crawled underneath and reached the rim of the huge amphitheater. Uncle Charlie stared down at the activity for minutes. He took in every detail, storing the information in his mind. A nodded signal told Biff they were going back.
Once down on the floor of the valley, Biff asked his uncle what he thought the construction was.