“I saw you coming through the woods,” he said after a moment. “I couldn’t quite figure out what you were doing. So I climbed up here to watch.”
Something poked a green snout from the stranger’s right-hand coat pocket. [[5]]
“Are you after frogs, too?” he inquired, following my eyes.
“Frogs?” I repeated, staring harder at the squirming pocket.
He pointed down to the pond in the ravine.
“It’s full of frogs,” he told me. “Big fellows. See?” and producing an old lunker of a bullfrog he held it up.
“Hello!” he said.
“K-k-kroak!” responded the frog.
The boy laughed.
“Perfect,” he said, patting the frog on the head. “Now say it in Chinese. Hello!”