“I don’t get you,” admitted Patsy. “Aren’t we liable to tumble into the water?”
“Not if you do your work right. Their boat is tied up to the stone sill of the door. All we have to do is to row up level with it, and I’ll get hold of their gunwale. That will hold us steady, and you can throw your gun on your man.”
“But you’ll be sitting down, and——”
“I can use a gun sitting down, as well as standing up,” remarked Nick calmly.
“They are bringing some stuff out of the warehouse,” whispered Patsy. “Looks like sacks of coal or something.”
“Silver, probably,” interrupted Nick. “Look out! They are all in the boat except Dugan. You see that man they have sitting in the stern?”
“Yes. Who is he?”
“Marcos.”
“Gee! The king-pin himself! All right! We’ll get him so slick, those Jimmy toughs will think they are dancing the tango upside down on a toboggan slide. Just watch me get the drop on that hard-faced guy in the middle.”
“That’s Foxey Irwin,” remarked Nick.