So they started for the station house in the City Hall, when something unexpected happened.
A young man, handsomely dressed, met the procession, as he was himself walking up Broadway. His eyes lighted up when they rested on Crawford Lane.
He darted forward, and grasped him by the arm.
"At last I have found you!" he exclaimed. "Officer, I call upon you to arrest this man."
The officer stared, surprised as he might well be.
Crawford Lane tried to release himself from the grasp of the speaker, and had he succeeded would have fled unceremoniously.
"What does this mean?" asked the policeman. "He is going with me to the station house to prefer a charge against this boy."
"That's a good joke! He prefer a charge!"
"He says the boy has robbed him."