"I'll help you!" he exclaimed, quickly advancing. Some one in the rear of the hall had opened a door, and the place was lighter. The policeman saw two men whom Roy had gripped, holding them by twisting his hands in their coats. The men tried to escape.
"No, you don't!" exclaimed the officer, grabbing one. "I've got you."
At the same time a second policeman appeared, and took charge of the other. The rest of the men escaped.
"Now let's see who we've got," said the first bluecoat, as he led his prisoner to the light in the rear. His brother officer did likewise.
"I don't know either of 'em," announced the first policeman.
"Me either," admitted his colleague. "They must belong to a new pickpocket gang."
But Roy knew them both. One was Caleb Annister, and the other John Wakely, alias Dennison Tupper, though Roy did not learn that until later.
"Do you want to make a charge against these two?" asked the first officer. "A charge of attempted pocket picking?"
"It's worse than that," replied Roy. "They tried to kidnap me."
"Kidnap you? Then you'd better come to the station, and tell the sergeant all about it. I'll ring for the wagon."