Watkins said, "I know, it just hit me too."
"What?"
"I've got to go to the john."
"Yes," said Calvin stiffly. "I suggest we retire to the farther end from the sand box, while one by one—"
"We could rig a screen or something, but there isn't anything to do it with," said Watkins. He walked away; despite his outspoken manner, he seemed to have the proper instincts.
Adam followed him. Summersby turned his back. Calvin looked at the Mexican. "Come along."
"Why?" asked Villa, raising his black brows. "What is there in a simple relieving of—"
Calvin strode to him, catching him by the nape, lifted him bodily from the floor, and sent him reeling after the others. He half-turned, then walked on, muttering, "Crazy gringos!" Calvin went and stood a little behind the others, his back to her.