“He may. We will have to do it more than one night. Must expect to keep it up for at least two weeks.”
“Say, that would make one pretty well tired, I tell you. I sat up every night for about one week attending my father when he died, and it left me thoroughly down and out for some time afterward.”
“I don’t care if I do get tired some. A crook like Red Shirt should not go unpunished that way for the honor of Japan, and I am going to administer a chastisement in behalf of heaven.”
“Hooray! If things are decided upon that way, I am game. And we are going to start from to-night?”
“I haven’t rented a room at Masuya yet, so can’t start it to-night.”
“Then when?”
“Will start before long. I’ll let you know, and want you help me.”
“Right-O. I will help you any time. I am not much myself at scheming, but I am IT when it comes to fighting.”
While Porcupine and I were discussing the plan of subjugating Red Shirt, the old lady appeared at the door, announcing that a student was wanting to see Professor Hotta. The student had gone to his house, but seeing him out, had come here as probable to find him. Porcupine went to the front door himself, and returning to the room after a while, said:
“Say, the boy came to invite us to go and see the entertainment of the celebration. He says there is a big bunch of dancers from Kochi to dance something, and it would be a long time before we could see the like of it again. Let’s go.”