"You say they are thieves?" he asked of Dick.
"The short man is. He stole my watch."
"What of the other?"
"He is a bad man too—although it may be hard to prove it."
At once the crowd approached the evil pair, and the officer caught Buddy Girk by the arm.
"I want you," he said in a low, firm voice.
The thief turned swiftly, and as he saw himself confronted by Dick and the officer of the law his face fell.
"I aint done nothin'!" he cried, and tried to break away, but the officer at once overpowered him and brought forth a pair of handcuffs.
"You'll put these on," he said grimly, and despite his protestations Buddy Girk was handcuffed.
"Hold on!" cried Dick, as Arnold Baxter started to run. He made a clutch for the man, but Baxter was too quick for him and slipped through the crowd and out of the depot. Instantly Dick made after him.
