He shrugged his shoulders, and then his eyes got bright all of a sudden and he reached over and poked me.
“I’ve got it,” says he.
“It’s time,” says I, and then a man’s arm reached over and took a box from right in front of us.
CHAPTER XVII
“Quick,” says I.
“Push,” says Catty, and he got his shoulder against the cases on the opposite side of the pile from the man. I didn’t stop to ask why, because there are times when there’s nothing to do but what you’re told—and to be mighty rapid about it. I shoved, and over went the boxes.
“Out,” says Catty.
I jumped over and was set to make a dash for the water and swim for it, when Catty grabbed me. “Don’t run,” says he, “walk slow and act as if you had a right to be here.”
“Walk where?” says I.
“Keep alongside of me,” says he. “This is where we pull the lion’s whiskers.”