"Who wuz dey?"
"That's what I don't know altogether. Say, Jerry, are there some tough characters hanging around the river these days that ain't regular crooks?"
"Is dey? Dere's a mess of 'em!"
"Where do they stay?" asked Johnny eagerly.
"Dat's it." The little fellow scratched his head. "I bin skulkin' 'round 'em to find out. Sometimes I follers 'em, like now. Dey always drop out like this. Dey's queer. Dey ain't regular crooks, nor regular guys either. Dey's cookin' soup for sump'n big."
"That's what I think," said Johnny. "What are they like?
"Dey's five Roosians, three Heinies, one Wop, an' one Jap, I seen."
"Say, Jerry," said Johnny suddenly, "do you want to earn some honest money?"
"Not work?"
"No, spyin'."