“What does he do with them there?”
“Puts them into a room which kills them.”
“How can it kill them—a room?”
“Do I know?”
“When does the cart come here?”
The elder boy looked up at the sun.
“Now, any minute.”
“Listen,” said Aleko, “the ‘boya’ has taken just now up at the Kolonaki a dog that is not a stray one. It is a very good dog, and it belongs to someone who counts for something. If I wait here, and show the Chief of the Police which it is, will he give it to me?”
“Are you mad?” asked the strange boy contemptuously. “Do you think the Chief himself sees the dogs, or that he will listen to you?”