“We won,” Dan answered shortly.
Again he felt Matt’s hard pressure on his arm. Knowing that he was expected to keep the warehouseman interested, he grudgingly added a few details.
From where the boy stood, he could see the high mound of canvas. Suddenly it deflated like a pricked balloon.
The river pirates had succeeded in lowering the loot through the dock hole into their boat! In another moment they would speed away unchecked.
The sight goaded Dan beyond thought of personal risk.
“Quick, Hank!” he shouted. “They’re stealing the furs!”
The watchman whirled toward the door, only to have Joe Matt’s cane crash down on his head. Hank staggered back, slowly collapsing on the floor.
When Dan would have leaped to the man’s assistance, the dog barred his way.
Joe Matt seized the boy by the arm, pushing him roughly out the door. Dan resisted with all his strength. But he was powerless in the grasp of the other.
The motorboat, loaded with the boxes and crates of furs, had emerged from beneath the dock. As it coasted alongside, the blindman shoved Dan ahead of him and down into the craft.