“Waitin’ fer us. Aint that thoughtful now.”
“Hope we didn’t detain—”
“Shut up,” snapped the little man, then turned to Bob. “What you doing here?”
“I just told you, studying the vegetation.”
“Yeh, well that stuff don’t go with us. These here Honduras is full of vegetables, see, you don’t have to come way up here.”
“We were flying and saw this clearing so we came down. Whether the ‘stuff’ goes with you or not, it’s the truth. My brother is interested in things that grow out of the ground and we looked for a place where—” Austin started to explain, but was cut short.
“You mean you was lookin’ fer this place.”
“No we were not. Have a look at my specimen book if you want to see for yourself what we are doing.” Bob proffered the book which was bulky with the things he had gathered and the small man glanced at it indifferently.
“That’s a stall. Now, you got something in your possession we want; that tube of reports. Fork ’em over pronto.”
“We haven’t a tube of any kind,” Jim answered.