But nothing was to be seen of Andy Cross and Jim Huskin, and in an hour the policeman and the youth gave up the hunt. The officer directed Robert to the nearest station house, and here the particulars of the robbery were taken down. A large book of photographs was placed before Robert, and he soon found Jim Huskin's portrait.
"That's the man," he said.
"You are certain."
"Yes, I would know him out of a thousand."
Andy Cross' photograph could not be found, since he had not yet sat for the rogues' gallery, even though he richly deserved it.
The officer in charge took down Robert's address, and told our hero if anything was learned he would let the youth know.
With this small consolation Robert had to be content. He left the station house much crestfallen.
"Everything seems to be going wrong," he mused. "I do hope those rascals are caught, and that very soon."