This arrangement did not suit Bidwell, but he put on a pleasant face.
“All right, I’ll go along,” he said. “But keep a sharp lookout on that boy.”
“And I’ll ask you to handcuff him,” said Bob. “He may try to slip away.”
At this Bidwell muttered something under his breath. He looked as if he wanted to kill Bob, and the policeman saw that the shot had told.
“You’ll bear watching, I’m thinking,” he said. “So I’ll—hullo!”
Once more Bidwell had taken to his heels. But the officer was a fine runner, and he soon overtook the sneak-thief.
“That settles it. Hold out your hands!”
“What for?”
“Never mind, hold them out!”
Bidwell did so, and he was quickly handcuffed. Then the whole party marched to police headquarters.