“On who?” says Mark.
“Two of them Japanese,” says Plunk.
“Where?” says I, getting pretty excited myself.
“Sittin’ down back from the road about a mile up,” says Binney.
That made it sure it was two more Japanese. Our two couldn’t have gotten where Plunk and Binney saw theirs.
“Then there’s four of ’em,” says I.
“Two, I said,” Binney snapped.
Mark grinned, but there wasn’t much enjoyment in that grin. “Don’t calc’late,” says he, “that you fellows have got any monopoly on seein’ Japanese. We saw a c-c-couple ourselves.”
“What?” Plunked almost yelled.
“Back there,” says I, jerking my thumb over my finger.