"Can't be done," the chauffeur of the waiting truck sullenly contradicted.
"Why not?"
"You ain't allowing for the ferry running across here only every half hour, nor for the traffic over on the other side."
The tone was insolent, and Adriance answered sharply, unconsciously speaking as Tony rather than as Andy:
"You don't know your business when you propose going that way. Go down the Jersey side here where the way is open, and take the down-town ferry, that runs every ten minutes. And come back by the same route."
"Who are you——" the chauffeur began, but was curtly checked by Mr. Cook:
"Do as you're told, Pedersen, and if I catch you at more tricks like that you're fired. You've got two hours. Next! Herman, get your truck loaded and take the same route and time; do you hear?"
"Yes, sir; but——"
"Get out, and the two of you come in together."
"Excuse me, Mr. Cook;" said Adriance, his glance taking appraisal of the second truck; "Herman has a cargo of heavy stuff, he can hardly get it unloaded in as short a time as Pedersen."