“Queek!”
Still no answer.
“Ha!” The exclamation had a ring of triumph. “Mees have um!” He nodded toward the car where the girl still sat.
“No,” exclaimed Orme vehemently. “She has not.”
“Mees have um,” repeated Arima. “We hunt. We see.”
“I tell you she has not,” said Orme.
“No believe you.” Arima chuckled. “Come, mees.”
As Orme twisted himself around, he was enraged to see the Japanese in the car seize the girl by the arm and drag her to the ground. Once on her feet, she did not resist, but permitted herself to be led toward the little group.
Arima advanced a step to meet her. “Give me papers,” he said.
“I have no papers,” she protested despairingly.