“What’s the matter here?” demanded the officer with becoming dignity and imperiousness. “Is this you, Mr. Heyward?” he added, peering sharply into the face of the rescued man. “What’s all this row about?”
“Two men were trying to rob me,” replied Mr. Heyward, feeling in his pockets to satisfy himself that his purse and watch were safe.
“Well, where are they now? Why didn’t you hang onto them till I came?”
“I couldn’t. They broke away from me and ran off.”
“And one went that way and the other in there,” said Guy, pointing with his right hand down the dock, and with his left toward the door-way into which one of the highwaymen had fled for concealment. “I saw them both.”
The guardian of the night darted into the door-way, closely followed by Mr. Heyward, and presently Guy heard the sounds of a desperate fight going on in the dark. But it was over in a few seconds, and the policeman and his assistant reappeared, dragging the robber between them.
“That’s the man,” said Guy. “I know him by his fur cap.”
“Will you swear to him?” asked Mr. Heyward. “I think I recognize him; but, to tell the truth, he and his comrade assaulted me so unexpectedly, and kept me so busy, that I didn’t have a chance to take a good look at either of them.”
“Of course I’ll swear to him,” replied Guy. “I would know him anywhere.”
“All right. I shall want you for a witness to-morrow. What is your name and where do you live?”