For a moment Night Operator Green halted, baffled, for every one of the fugitives had found safe cover.
"They've run down to the street, and are making off," decided the night operator, with bad judgment. "I'll catch some of them yet."
Whereupon he sprinted down to the corner and turned up the street. True enough he beheld a clump of boys, but they were gathered around one of their number and talking earnestly.
"Stop, you young heathen! Stay right where you are, if you know what's good for you!" yelled the angered operator.
None of the six boys moved more than was necessary in order for them to get a view of the charging operator.
"Now, I've got you;" roared Mr. Green swooping down upon Dick & Co.
"Well, Mr Green?" inquired Dick unafraid, as he had a right to be.
"I want all your names!" growled the operator. "Your right names, too!"
"I guess you know all of our names now, if you take a good look at us," smiled Prescott.
"Yes, I do," nodded Mr. Green grimly. "I wouldn't have thought it of any of you boys, either. But there's no telling what boys won't do nowadays."