"HE'S TUCK UP, HE'S TUCK UP! THE COPS GOT HIM!"
Fanny looked and could scarcely repress a scream as she saw Uncle seated in the patrol wagon between two policemen. She ran back to Aunt and Johnny and told him to run as fast as he could to see where the wagon went, and they would follow in the same direction. Johnny was off like a shot as he saw the wagon rapidly disappearing over the way.
Out of breath they were coming up to the station door when they met Johnny, hat off, and almost speechless with excitement.
"They've took Grandpa's money and everything, and locked him up. They asked him if he had any friends, and he said he had no friends here but us. Nobody listens to me, come quick," and he started them off on a run for the station. Arriving there, the officers in charge told them he could do nothing for them unless they could find some responsible persons to secure his appearance for the preliminary hearing of the next day. They were taken around where Uncle was, and a more woe-begone appearing farmer never was seen.
"Ah, children, this is Chicago!"
"Grandpa, I'm going to find Mr. Warner. I believe he is a good man, and will help us, as he told you he would. Johnny and I will start at once to find him. I don't know what else to do."
"But, child," said Aunt, "it's already five o'clock, and the people will all be gone home from the store."
"No difference, Grandma; you stay right here, for we're going."
She took the card from Uncle that Mr. Warner had given him and left the building with Johnny walking resolutely by her side.