Without loss of time Jerry darted into the crowd again, looking in every direction for the thief. He was so eager, he ran plump into an old gentleman, knocking his silk hat to the pavement.
“Hi! hi! stop, you young rascal!” puffed the man, as Jerry stooped and restored the tile to him. “What do you mean by running into me in this fashion?”
“Excuse me, but I have been robbed! I want to catch the thief.”
“Yes, sir.”
The gentleman nervously felt to see if his money and watch were safe. Several others heard the words, and they gathered around Jerry.
“Who robbed you?”
“How much did you have?”
“Why didn’t you hold the thief?”
Before Jerry could answer any of the questions a policeman came forward and touched him on the shoulder.