Eddie sat close beside Dan, his stubby legs stretched out in front of him.
“We have a little score to settle, Dan,” the man said, eyeing the boy narrowly. “Remember?”
The words sent an icy chill chasing down Dan’s spine. Eddie hadn’t forgotten his identification of Frisk Fagan. And this was the payoff!
“Where are you taking me?” he demanded.
Eddie merely smiled and settled back in the cab. The taxi driver, without an order, shifted gears and they sped away.
Along the brightly lighted street, Dan saw many persons he knew walking home from the swimming meet. But he was helpless to signal them or to let anyone know of his plight.
At the next corner, the taxi turned, seeking a narrow, dark street. Gradually it came to Dan that he was being driven to the waterfront. His uneasiness increased.
The cab presently pulled up not far from a familiar group of warehouses. Eddie made no move to leave the taxi. Instead, he seemed to be waiting for someone.
Within five minutes, a tapping sound was heard along the dark street. Craning his neck, Dan saw the blindman and his dog approaching the cab.
The boy’s heart leaped with hope. If only he could get word to the man, or in some manner make known his predicament!