“There, I hope you are satisfied,” he said.
Meantime his neighbor, pressing his hand against the pocket on the outside, exclaimed triumphantly:
“He’s got the watch. I can feel it.”
The thief uttered a profane ejaculation, and made a desperate effort to arise, but three men threw themselves upon him, two holding him down, while the other drew out the watch and chain, and handed them to their owner.
“Now will you let me go?” demanded Sanders, doggedly. He felt that it would do no good to indulge in further protestations of innocence.
“No,” said the conductor. “Gentlemen, will you guard him till we reach the next station? Then I will place him in the hands of an officer.”
“Boy,” said Sanders, turning around, and glaring fiercely at Julius, “I shan’t forget you. Some time I’ll make you repent what you’ve done to-day.”
“Don’t mind him, my lad,” said the stout man, elated by the recovery of his property. “You’ve done exactly right. But how came you to suspect this man?”
“Because I knew him,” said Julius.
Here Sanders turned around, and scanned our hero’s face sharply.