CHAPTER XXIII.
"THIS TIME IS AS GOOD AS ANY OTHER" "There he is!" breathed Greg, who ran with the foremost rank of pursuing boys, as they turned into Abbott Street.
A policeman saw the commotion and ran fast after the crowd of youngsters.

As the officer caught up with Ross he found out that they were "chasing Fits." Though the man ahead ran rapidly, the foremost boys gradually overtook him.

The policeman, too, was well in the front of the running.
Then the fugitive stumbled and fell to the ground.

He sat up, but made no further move to get away.
"I may as well give meself up," remarked the recent fugitive resignedly.
"The law is always sure to git a feller." "Why, this isn't Mr.Fits!" ejaculated Dick and Greg in the same accent of disgust.
"Who's going to gimme fits ?" demanded the man, looking stupidly about him, while the crowd circled him and the policeman peered down into his face.

"Who's going to gimme fits, I ask?
Will it be Jack Ryan ?" "This fellow is Dock Breslin, a teamster," muttered the policeman disgustedly.