"Look out for that!" cried the tattered boy, looking upward suddenly.
Sammy's gaze traveled in the same direction. As his eyes went up the boy in rags grabbed the money in his hand and in an instant was making off through the crowd.
The movement was so quick, and the surprise so great, that for the moment Sammy was bereft of speech.
At length he recovered sufficiently to shout the single word at the top of his lungs:
"Constable!"
"What's the matter?" asked a policeman, running up.
"Thief! Robbery!"
"Where is the thief?"
"He ran off."
"Where? In what direction?"