that cur, I'd never a been caught. Why and he staggered back and uttered a bad word, "it's me own dog."
"More shame to you," said one of the policemen, sternly; "what have you been up to at this time of night, to have your own dog and a quiet minister's spaniel dog a chasing you through the street?" Jenkins began to swear and would not tell them anything. 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 hand-cuffs 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. The Morris boys were all out in the street only half clad and shivering with cold, and the Drurys' coachman, with no hat on, and his hair sticking up all over his head, was running about with a lantern.
The neighbors' houses were all lighted up, and a good many people were hanging out of their windows and
