Biff slapped his thighs and doubled up again with glee. Chuba’s mixed-up talk was so far “gone,” it had come back to “here.”
“How old are you, Chuba?” Jack asked.
Chuba drew himself fully erect. He puffed out his chest. “Chuba soon be sixteen.”
“Aren’t you about the same, Biff?” Biff nodded his head. “Chuba, shake hands with Biff Brewster. Biff’s Sahib Charlie’s nephew.”
The boys shook hands. There was no doubt but that they took to one another right off.
“Chuba, you show Biff around. I’ve got to get back and see if Mike’s been able to—”
“I get it, Jack,” Biff said.
The two boys watched Jack stride back to Headquarters House.
“Come, Sahib Biff, I show you many things.”
Biff didn’t reply at once. A plan was beginning to shape up in his head. It would work, too, with the help of Chuba.