Biff Meets Crunch
Biff quickly pressed a forefinger against his lips. If Derek, startled
as he was, made an outcry, any chance of freeing him would be gone.
Derek was seated on the edge of a small cot. The only other furniture in
the room was a straight chair. Biff could see through a narrow opening
into the second of the two rooms which made up the small stone house.
The entrance to this house-prison must be in the other room, Biff
figured.
Derek arose and came quietly to the window.
“Biff! You found me!” Derek sounded as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“And I’ve got to get you out of here. Fast,” Biff whispered.
“But tell me, Biff, what has happened? I’m all confused. I have to
know—”
“No time now,” Biff replied. “If I can’t get you out of here right away,
you’ll be in real trouble. Are you alone here, or are you being
guarded?”
“There’s a guard right in the other room,” Derek whispered back.
Biff’s face fell. He had expected Derek to be under guard, but he’d
hoped the guard wouldn’t be so close by.
“No way of slipping past him, I suppose?” Biff said.
“I would have little or no chance. The guard is a giant.”
“Have you been treated all right?” Biff asked.
“Oh, yes. The guard, while big enough to crush me with his bare hands,
is really quite a simple soul. He’s friendly too, as long as I don’t try
anything,” Derek went on.
“And he stays here all the time? Never leaves you alone?” Biff pressed
his questions hurriedly. There wasn’t much time before he was to rejoin
his uncle.
“No, Biff. He goes to the main house for my meals and his.” Derek looked
at his watch. “He’ll be going any minute now. At six-thirty.”
“How can you be sure he’ll go at six-thirty?”
Derek grinned. “It would be funny if I weren’t a prisoner. My guard—his
name is Crunch—can’t read. Can’t even tell time. He has me set an alarm
clock for when it’s time for him to go get our food. When the alarm goes
off, we eat.”
“And you set it for six-thirty.” Biff said this half aloud. His thoughts
were racing as a plan was shaping up in his mind.
“Listen closely, Derek.”
The Dutch boy grasped the iron bars of the window in his hands and
pulled himself nearer to Biff. Their heads were only inches apart.
“Do you remember an arched gateway leading into this place?”
“Yes. I remember it.”
“I’m to meet my Uncle Charlie there at six forty-five. He’s up at the
hacienda, stalling Dietz. Here’s my plan. It ought to work, too, if
Crunch is as simple-minded as you say he is.” Biff’s voice was a low,
rapid whisper.
“Think it will work, Derek?” he finished.
“It should. I just hope you don’t get hurt.”
“Don’t you worry about me. You just make for that gate as fast as you
can if you get out. Wait for my uncle. If I’m not there by the time you
two meet, both of you go on ahead. Forget about me.”
Derek’s frown showed that he didn’t like the possibility that Biff might
get caught. His “But Biff—” was cut short by the sharp ringing of an
alarm clock bell.
Biff pulled quickly away from the window. He moved quietly but speedily
until he stood concealed just behind the front wall of the small
building. He poked his head around the corner, saw the doorway only six
feet away, then drew back.
Moments passed. Biff heard the sound of a key grating in a lock. Again
he poked his head cautiously around the corner of the building. He saw
the door swing outward. Next he saw the guard come out. Biff gasped.
Never had he seen a man of such tremendous size. Derek was right. This
man was a giant! Big powerful shoulders topped a strong, barrel-shaped
torso. His large head, thatched with shaggy hair, was out-size even on
so massive a body. Biff shuddered to think what his fate might be if
Crunch ever got his hands on him. And that was just what might happen.
Biff was going to deliberately try to get Crunch to attack him.
Crunch swung the door closed. He started to put the key back in the
lock. Biff acted.
“No use locking the door, Crunch,” he said, hoping the big man would not
notice he was not dressed like Derek. “I’m out here.”
Crunch, startled, turned in Biff’s direction. He stared with his mouth
agape like a child seeing something for the first time; seeing something
that just couldn’t be.
“Yes, Crunch, I got out the back window,” Biff said.
Crunch turned bewilderedly to look through the door, as if expecting to
see Biff in the act of escaping. He turned his head back to Biff. Biff
took a step back. He cringed, pretending to be frightened. Actually, he
didn’t have to pretend too much. The size of the man alone was enough to
frighten anyone.
Crunch was still confused. He took a step toward Biff, then looked back
at the unlocked door. He made a motion as if he were going to lock it.
Biff withdrew another few feet. He wanted the big man to chase him. It
took Crunch a little time to figure out the situation. Then, as he saw
Biff move farther away from him, he made up his mind. He lunged toward
Biff. Biff turned and ran.
The plan was working out fine. Derek would have plenty of time and
opportunity to get out of his jail and head for the gateway.
Everything was fine with one exception. Suppose Crunch overtook Biff?
The boy could almost feel the massive arms of the giant closing around
him. Crunch’s grasp would be as powerful as that of a boa constrictor.
Running in the mixture of sand and shell was difficult. Biff felt he was
making no progress. It was like racing on a treadmill. Running was even
harder for the giant. His long strides, his great weight forced his feet
deep into the soft under-footing, slowing him more than it did Biff.
Biff had headed directly away from the big house and Derek’s recent
prison. He wanted to draw Crunch as far away as possible.
Biff could still hear the big man pounding after him. The distance
between them was widening. Biff halted, took refuge behind a thick
palmetto bush and waited. He could hear Crunch coming on. As he came
nearer, the big man’s breathing was loud. He was gasping for breath. The
sand was his real enemy. It held him back, sapped him of his great
strength.
Crunch passed within a few feet of where Biff was hiding. He continued
at a staggering run. When Biff felt he was a hundred or more feet away,
he crept out from beneath his sheltering bush and struck out for the
gateway.
Biff glanced at his watch. It was already six forty-five. Had Derek made
it? Had Uncle Charlie been able to get away without Dietz’s watching
him? If he had, then he and Derek already would have met.
Suddenly it began to grow darker. Biff welcomed the quick nightfall. It
gave him more cover. When he reached the gate, he welcomed the darkness
even more.
Derek and Uncle Charlie were gone.