I saw this spalpeen take it from your pocket," nodded Policeman Whalen.

"Come along with me, lad! And ye come, too, ma'am, and claim your pocketbook." "Oh, I'm so glad you saw him do it," quivered the young woman, her face white from the shock caused by the thought of losing her Christmas money.
"I wouldn't have seen him do it," admitted Whalen honestly, "only Dick Prescott called my attention to the spalpeen." The prisoner, who realized that he could not twist himself away from the strong clutch of the policeman, scowled at Dick as the young woman thanked him.
A crowd formed in an instant, but Whalen broke up the excitement by starting promptly along with his captive.
Dick & Co.

turned and followed a little way.

The crowd that kept in the wake of the policeman was soon a dense one.
"You'll be sorry for this, youngster!" growled a low, angry voice just behind Dick.
Like a flash Prescott wheeled.

It was not plain, however, who, in all that throng, had spoken to him.