"Say! officer, you are just the man we want," cried Sam, hurriedly. "Come on with us. We want to have a man arrested down at the depot before he has a chance to get away on the train."
"What's that? Want a man arrested?" queried the bluecoat. "What has he done?"
"A whole lot of things," broke in Spud. "Jump in; we haven't any time to explain now—that train may pull out at any moment."
"That's so; so it might," replied the officer; and then, as Spud made room for him, he sprang into the cutter, sitting on the boy's lap. "But you look out that you don't kill somebody," he added to Sam, who was now using the whip lightly to urge the horse to greater efforts.
They were still two blocks away from the railroad station when there came a whistle, followed by the clanging of a bell, and then they saw the train moving away.
"There she goes!" groaned Spud. "But she isn't moving very fast."
"Maybe we can catch her yet," returned Sam; and then the race continued as before.