“Jacques?” the blindman interposed. “Is that his name? Must be one of those foreigners.”
“French, we think,” Midge revealed, failing to notice the look of intent interest in the blindman’s otherwise mask-like face. “He’s not much to talk.”
“Hasn’t told you anything about himself?”
“Not yet.”
“Where is the youngster now?”
“He may be at the Cave.”
The blindman talked a few minutes more and then arose to leave. Dan also slid down from the packing box on which he had perched himself.
Slight as was the movement, it disturbed the seeing-eye dog. With a snarl, he sprang at the boy.
Startled, Dan leaped backward. The blindman uttered a sharp command.
“Here, Rudy! Come here! Behave yourself!”