"They've trapped me!" he gasped.
Frank stepped toward the sidewalk and peered out, not quite able to figure out what had happened or was happening. He did not want to become mixed up in any trouble, especially just now when all his energies were centered on keeping track of the man Jem.
Frank saw one man coming running around the corner which the refugee had just turned. Almost in front of the open driveway he met a man who came running from the opposite direction.
"They're constables," murmured Frank,
"Did you see him?" began the first officer.
"A boy?" queried the man.
"Yes."
"Run into that hallway."
"Ah, there he is! Out with you—aha! I've caught you at last, have I?" cried the first officer triumphantly.
He seized Frank by the arm and pulled him out on to the sidewalk. The way he whirled him around amid his wild glee made Frank's teeth chatter.