An instant later two prisoners were marching toward the police station, the second one having been taken only on suspicion.
"Bully for you, Dick Prescott!" cried Grocer Smith, laying a heavy but approving hand across Dick's shoulders.
"Oh, we all recognized the pair," Prescott answered modestly.

"They were together this morning, and the fit-thrower was with them." "You boys will be sorry for making unfounded charges of this sort," called back the black-moustached prisoner angrily.

"Wait and see if you're not." "Cut out the gloom, man!" ordered the uniformed policeman, giving his captive a twist that hurt.

"Don't be trying to frighten small boys." At the station house the crowd hung about outside.
"Going inside, Dick!" asked Dave eagerly.
"No one has asked us to.

I guess we'd better wait out here unless we're invited inside." The young woman, whose pocketbook had been taken, went inside.