There was a house in the garden, and just at this minute some one opened a window and called out: "Hallo, there, what are you doing ?" "We're catching a thief, sir," said one of the policemen, "leastwise I think that's what he's been up to.

Could you throw us down a bit of rope?
We've no handcuffs here, and one of us has to go to the lock-up and the other to Washington street, where there's a woman yelling blue murder; and hurry up, please, sir." The gentleman threw down a rope, and in two minutes Jenkins' wrists were tied together, and he was walked through the gate, saying bad words as fast as he could to the policeman who was leading him.

"Good dogs," said the other policeman to Jim and me.

Then he ran up the street and we followed him.
As we hurried along Washington street, and came near our house, we saw lights gleaming through the darkness, and heard people running to and fro.

The nurse's shrieking had alarmed the neighborhood.