"Where are we, do you know?" he asked.
Archie thought. "That must be Fifteenth Street down there. Yes, there's the gas house." He pointed to a dark mass looming in the night. "And the canal--and yes, Maynard's lumber-yard's right beyond."
"How far from the spill?"
"About three blocks."
"Come on, we must get out on the main stem."
They went on, but in the security they felt at not being followed, they ran no more, but paced rapidly along, side by side. They had not had the time nor the breath for talk, but now suddenly, Archie, in a tone that paid tribute to Curly's powers, expressed the subliminal surprise he had had.
"How did you know the bulls was there?"
"I piked off the elbow just as we went in."
"I didn't see him," said Archie. "Where was he?"
"Right across the street, planted in a doorway."