“I do,” says I, and let it go at that. There didn’t seem to be anything to say.
Binney Jenks, who had been down to the express-office, came in just then.
“Enemy’s takin’ flight,” says he.
“What enemy?” says I, “and where is he takin’ flight to?”
“Jehoshaphat P.,” says Binney, “and he’s goin’ to Detroit. Took the ten-fifty train.”
“F-flight,” says Mark, with a sort of grunt. “More likely some kind of attack. Um!... Wisht I knew what he was up to.”
“If it’s anything to hurt us we’ll find out quick enough,” says I.
“The way,” says Mark, “to win b-battles is to find out the enemy’s plan and beat him to it.”
“You might telegraph Jehoshaphat P.,” says I, sarcastic-like, “and ask him what his idea is.”
“Who’s in charge of his store?” Mark asked.