"Probably one of those Japanese from the lumber camp. They'd do anything to get out of work."
"Can I hunt him with the big dogs?" asked the private eagerly.
The corporal turned serious. "If he's Japanese, he's a foreigner, isn't he?"
"Yes, comrade," said the private disappointedly. He saw what was coming.
"And if he's a foreigner it's a matter of state security. I'd better do the hunting, myself."
"Yes, comrade," said the private.
The corporal suddenly grinned. "Don't look so gloomy! We'll do it together, tomorrow. I have four shells for the shotgun. If we don't find any Japanese, we may see some counter-revolutionary animals. Good for eating."
The young policeman's eyes shone. He was only eighteen. "But the Japanese…
"We'll never find him. They're like that — when they've loafed for a while, they go back to their camp."