"What, a ticker?
Here's luck; out with it, come." "Oh," cried Charlie, "take anything but that! Take my chain and my knife, but not my watch ?" Hardly and brutally laughed the man as he snatched me out of the poor boy's hand, and administering a parting cuff on the head of his victim, turned to walk off with me in the recesses of one of his filthy pockets.
Scarcely, however, had he turned, when three men appeared in front of him, coming in the direction of Charlie.

The boy saw them, and imagine his joy when in one of the party he recognised his old acquaintance, the cabman Jim! With a sudden bound and cry of delight he rushed towards him, shouting and pointing to the robber.

"Oh, Jim, he's taken my watch; get my watch back, Jim." Jim took in the state of affairs in an instant, and calling on his two companions to follow him, rushed upon and secured the thief before the latter was even aware of their intention.

It was vain for one man to resist three.

He was forced to disgorge first me, then the knife, and then the money.