"Fun!" fumed Ferris. "Look at my clothes!"
The officer did so. Ferris was covered with snow and dirt, principally the latter.
"The snow-ball couldn't have done that," said the policeman.
He was in sympathy with the small boy, whom he knew as the son of one of his friends.
"I know. But this boy and a lot of his chums got to throwing at me, and in trying to dodge I went down."
The policeman paused for a moment, and then turned to the urchin.
"See here, bubby, if I let you go will you promise not to throw any more snow-balls?"
"Yes, sir," came in one breath, and very eagerly.
"Then run."
"What! ain't you going to arrest him?" cried Dick Ferris, in some excitement.