“I’d divide up, of course.”
“Well?”
“What’re these fellows lookin’ for?”
“What’s hidin’?”
“Why,” says I, “the only thing I know of that’s hidin’ isn’t a thing, it’s a boy and it’s name is Motu.”
“Yes,” says he, “and I’ll bet you a c-c-cookie that Motu is why these fellows are in the woods. They’re boy-huntin’, and Japanese boy at that.”
CHAPTER VIII
“We’d better hunt up Motu and tell him about these men lookin’ for him,” says I.
“I sort of calc’late from Motu’s actions t-t-that we wouldn’t be f-fetchin’ him any news,” says Mark.
“He may know,” says I, “that he’s bein’ hunted for, but maybe he don’t know the hunters are so warm.”