"Rather not. Let's go to the cave."
Followed some further scrambling, and Tommy drew back the bushes triumphantly.
"See—" he began, but the words died upon his lips, for there, standing all unabashed upon this sacred ground, was a boy about his own age.
Tommy stammered and grew silent, looking amazedly at the stranger. He was a pale boy with dark eyes, and a Jewish nose.
"You are trespassing," he said coolly.
Tommy gasped.
"Who—who are you?" he asked at last.
"I tell you you are trespassing."
Tommy flushed.
"I'm not," he said. "I—I belong here."