"Refuse! Yes! You and your whole kapoodle!" yelled Heinzman.
He hopped down and followed them to the grill door, repeating over
and over that he had been insulted. The clerks stared in amazement.
Once at the foot of the dark stairs and in the open street, Orde
looked up at the sky with a deep breath of relief.
"Whew!" said he, "that was a terror! We've gone off the wrong foot
that time."
Newmark looked at him with some amusement.
"You don't mean to say that fooled you!" he marvelled.
"What?" asked Orde.
"All that talk about insults, and the rest of the rubbish. He saw
we had spotted his little scheme; and he had to retreat somehow. It
was as plain as the nose on your face."
"You think so?" doubted Orde.
"I know so. If he was mad at all, it was only at being found out."
"Maybe," said Orde.
"We've got an enemy on our hands in any case," concluded Newmark,
"and one we'll have to look out for, I don't know how he'll do it;
but he'll try to make trouble on the river. Perhaps he'll try to
block the stream by not breaking his rollways."
"One of the first things we'll do will be to boom through a channel
where Mr. Man's rollways will be," said Orde.
A faint gleam of approval lit Newmark's eyes.
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