"I don't know what this cheerful
camouflager of mine is talking about, but we'll have to go
to see, I suppose. You say you have shut some one up in
Boomerang's stable, Rad?"
"Yes, sah, Massa Tom, dat's whut I's gone an done."
"And you say he's a German?"
"I don't know as to dat, Massa Tom, but he suah done eat
sauerkraut 'mostest ebery meal. Dat's whut I call him--a
Sauerkrauter! An' he suah was spyin'."
"How do you know that, Rad?"
"'Cause he done went from his own shop on annuder man's
ticket into de secret shop, dat's whut he went an' done!"
"Do you mean to tell me, Rad," went on Tom, "that one of
the workmen from another shop entered Number Thirteen on the
pass issued in the name of one of the men regularly employed
in my new shop?"
"Dat's whut he done, Massa Tom."
"How do you know?"
"'Cause I detected him doin' it. Yo'-all done made me a
deteckertiff, an' I detected."
"Go on, Rad."
"Well, sah, Massa Tom, I seen dish yeah Dutchman git a
ticket-pass offen one ob de reg'lar men. Den he went in de
unlucky place an' stayed fo' a long time.
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