“Will you call a policeman?”
“Sure, I vill.”
The watchman hurried off, and presently returned with an officer. In a few words Bob told the policeman that Barker was one of the men who had robbed John Wright’s house.
The officer at once took the robber in charge, and Bob accompanied both.
The station was some distance from the lumber-yard, and Barker proposed that they take a horse-car, stating that he had slipped on a log in the factory yard and sprained his ankle.
To this the policeman consented, and smilingly added that if his ankle was sprained perhaps he wouldn’t feel much like trying to get away.
“No, confound the luck,” returned the robber.
The car was crowded, and all three were compelled to stand on the back platform.
They had scarcely gone a block, when the car stopped at rather a dark spot to take on a couple of passengers. There was squeezing on all sides, and for a moment Bob lost sight of both Barker and the policeman.
Then when the car started again Bob looked around with a cry of dismay. The officer and the robber had disappeared.