“For why?”
“That’s our business,” Bob replied a bit sharply, for the man’s attitude was getting on his nerves.
“Mebby we mak’ heem our beesiness, oui?”
“Do as you please about that,” Bob snapped.
For a moment the man made no reply. One of his companions said something to him in a tone so low that they were unable to hear. The man scowled and asked:
“Mebby your name Golden, oui?”
“Mebby,” Bob repeated.
“I thot so. You better turn an’ geet back where you come from.”
“What for?” Jack asked, before Bob had time to speak.
“For cause me say so.”