“Well,” says Plunk, “what we goin’ to do now?”
“Nothin’ for a bit,” says Mark. “When they clear out we’ll go home.”
“But what we goin’ to do about what we heard?” Tallow wanted to know.
Mark looked disgusted. “Why,” says he, as sarcastic as could be, “we’re g-g-goin’ to write it down on paper and b-b-bury it where nobody can ever f-find it.”
Collins and Jiggins had been sitting with their heads together while we talked. Just after Mark got through speaking Collins came close to the water and yelled at us.
“Hey, fellows,” says he, pleasant-like, “come on a-shore. What ails you, anyhow?”
“N-n-nothin’,” says Mark. “We’re sittin’ here, gittin’ ready to f-f-f-fish.”
“What made you run when we came?”
“What made you chase us?”
“That was just for fun. We thought maybe we’d scare you.”