“I got a n-notion,” says Mark.
“Where?”
“Wait and see. Maybe I hain’t right.”
“Where d’you s’pose Tallow and Binney are?”
He grinned like he had some kind of a secret, and says he guessed we’d be likely to see them pretty soon.
“Say,” says I, “what you got on your mind, anyhow? What you found out and how did you find it? I hain’t seen anythin’.”
“I hain’t s-s-seen anythin’, but I been figgerin’ and calc’latin’, and I b’lieve I know where we’re headin’ and why we’re headin’ there, and who the man is that was watchin’ Tod Nodder, and who was watchin’ him, and all that. I hain’t sure, but I’m pretty close to sure.”
“Huh!” says I. “Little bird told you, I s’pose.”
“No,” says Mark, “it come to me in a d-d-dream.”
“Well,” says I, “who is it, and why?”