 Up ahead there. Somebody duck behind that big tree. Keep the chatter going, man. Walk on up the path. Don't let him know we spotted him. Go on, talk, talk. Okay, sure, sure. I was saying I don't understand. Our place here is generally as quiet as a tomb. As the old man grimly ad-libbed his way up the path, I followed a few feet behind. When he got even with the tree, I turned suddenly to three fast steps and grabbed him. Come here, you. Hang on, you. Well, well.