“You ought to be. Don't you know better than to run at such speed? You ought to be indicted as a public nuisance.
“I was trying to catch a thief,” said Paul.
“Trying to catch a thief? How's that?” asked the stout gentleman, his indignation giving way to curiosity.
“I was selling packages in front of the post office when he and another boy came up and stole my basket.”
“Indeed! What were you selling?”
“Prize packages, sir.”
“What was in them?”
“Candy.”
“Could you make much that way?”
“About a dollar a day.”