“Get out!” the man ordered. “If you do exactly as you’re told, you won’t be hurt. But don’t try any monkey business.”
Dan was forced to walk along the dock ahead of the blindman and his dog. Eddie loitered far behind.
“Now get this,” Joe Matt said. “One false move and Rudy will tear you to shreds. You’ll do exactly as I say. These are your orders: You’re to talk to Hank and keep him occupied. I don’t care what you say, just so you hold his attention. If you fail—”
“So I’m to be a decoy?”
“You’re to throw him off his guard. Just keep him away from the dock while our work goes on.”
“Work! You’re stealing another shipment of furs!”
“Right, my boy. From under Hank’s very nose too!” The blindman paused in the shadow of the warehouse. “See the stupid fool!”
The warehouseman nervously paced back and forth along the dock. Frequently he paused to glance at a pile of boxes which had been covered by a heavy canvas.
“How do you aim to get the furs?” Dan whispered. “If you make any false move, Hank will blow his whistle and the river police will be here in a flash.”
“Don’t you worry yourself, my boy. Just do as you’re told and don’t ask questions.”