"There's a policeman," said Frank's new friend. "Call him, and have the boy arrested."
"He would be cleared by false testimony," said Haynes, sullenly. "I have my money back, and will let him go."
"Then," said the stranger, rising, and displaying the badge of a detective, "I shall arrest you on a charge of conspiracy."
Haynes was fairly caught in his own trap.
"This is a put-up job, gentlemen," he said. "Am I to be robbed first, and arrested afterwards for exposing the thief?"
He looked about him appealingly; but in vain. Public sentiment was wholly against him now.
"O you ould villain!" said a stout Irish woman, "to try to ruin the poor b'ye. Hangin's too good for you."
This was rather an extreme sentiment; but Haynes saw that he was in peril. He gave an unexpected spring, and, reaching the platform, sprang out, running up a side street.
"Do you know him?" asked the detective of Frank.
"Yes, sir."