“I’m thirsty, too,” said Paul.
Close to the house, dense clumps of lilacs had grown up, straggling in every direction, and forming a deep, impenetrable screen. As the boys came up to the place, they were startled to hear, from within the hut, the sound of voices.
“I thought the place was deserted,” gasped Merritt, using a low tone, however.
“So did I,” chimed in Tubby. “Let’s get out of here. Maybe they’re tramps, or something.”
“Hardly likely,” whispered Rob, parting the bushes ever so little and peering through. The other two each made a similar observation place for himself. Through this leafy screen they could see the interior of the front room of the hut plainly. To their astonishment, a few rough pieces of furniture stood within, and, at a battered table, two men were seated, talking earnestly. One of them was a big, broad-shouldered fellow, with a ruddy face and shifty blue eyes. The other was a small, dapper man, dressed nattily, almost fastidiously. The back of this latter fellow had been partly turned when the lads came in, but as he faced restlessly about in his chair, the boys could not suppress a start of astonishment.
The man was a Japanese!
More surprising still, the fellow with him could now be seen to be garbed in the uniform of a United States regular.
Fascinated, with round eyes and attentive ears, the boys bent forward on tip-toe to hear the conversation that was going on.
“So Duvall suspects nothing,” the Japanese said in perfect English, evidently continuing a conversation, the first part of which they had missed.
The soldier laughed.