Gozo and his father exchanged smiles.
“Hardly,” said Mr. Kurukawa. “There were not enough Japanese prisoners to ‘herd,’ you know.”
XXIX
“TELL us a story of horrible carnage,” said Billy, his freckled face aglow with excitement.
Gozo took the long-stemmed pipe Plum Blossom had filled for him with sisterly solicitude. Three or four puffs only he drew, then permitted Iris in turn the pleasure of refilling it.
“You better wait till father is more better. He kin tell better story,” he said, gravely.
“Oh, you’re a veteran, too,” declared Billy, admiringly.