“But where do these Japanese farmers come from, Mr. Conway?” Parker inquired.  “They do not come from Japan because, under the gentlemen’s agreement, Japan restricts emigration of her coolie classes.”

“Well, now,” Bill Conway began judicially.  “I’ll give Japan the benefit of any doubts I have as to the sincerity with which she enforces this gentlemen’s agreement.  The fact remains, however, that she does not restrict emigration to Mexico, and, unfortunately, we have an international boundary a couple of thousand miles long and stretching through a sparsely settled, brushy country.  To guard our southern boundary in such an efficient manner that no Jap could possibly secure illegal entry to the United States via the line, we would have to have sentries scattered at hundred-yard intervals and closer than that on dark nights.  The entire standing army of the United States would be required for the job.  In addition to the handicap of this unprotected boundary, we have a fifteen-hundred-mile coast-line absolutely unguarded.  Japanese fishermen bring their nationals up from the Mexican coast in their trawlers and set them ashore on the southern California coast.  At certain times of the year, any landlubber can land through the surf at low tide; in fact, ownerless skiffs are picked up on the south-coast beaches right regularly.”

“Well, you can’t blame the poor devils for wanting to come to this wonderful country, Mr. Conway.  It holds for them opportunities far greater than in their own land.”

“True, Mr. Parker.  But their gain is our loss, and, as a matter of common sense, I fail to see why we should accord equal opportunity to an unwelcome visitor who enters our country secretly and illegally.  I grant you it would prove too expensive and annoying to make a firm effort to stop this illegal immigration by preventive measures along our international boundary and coast-line, but if we destroy the Jap’s opportunity for profit at our expense, we will eliminate the main incentive for his secret and illegal entry, which entry is always very expensive.  I believe seven hundred and fifty dollars is the market-price for smuggling Japs and Chinamen into the United States of America.”

“But we should take steps to discover these immigrants after they succeed in making entry—­”

“Rats!” the bluff old contractor interrupted.  “How are we going to do that under present conditions?  The cry of the country is for economy in governmental affairs, so Congress prunes the already woefully inadequate appropriation for the Department of Labor and keeps our force of immigration inspectors down to the absolute minimum.  These inspectors are always on the job; the few we have are splendid, loyal servants of the government, and they prove it by catching Japs, Chinamen, and Hindus every day in the week.  But for every illegal entrant they apprehend, ten escape and are never rounded up.  Confound them; they all look alike, anyhow!  How are you going to distinguish one Jap from another?