The cars had just stopped at a way station.
Sanders attempted to arise, but his victim seized him by the arm.
“You don’t leave this car till you have surrendered my watch,” he said.
“Let go, or I’ll strike you,” said Sanders, losing his prudence in his anger.
“You can’t get out till you have been searched,” said the conductor. “Who is the boy that saw him take the watch?”
“I did,” said Julius.
“Where did he put it? Did you notice?”
“In his left breast pocket.”
“Show us what you have in that pocket.”