“No, those fellows can do wonderful tricks. You had him under arrest?”
“Yes.”
“Well, he fooled you, that’s all.”
“I’ll bet you ten dollars I saw a dog.”
“All right, sir, stick to it,” said the bell boy, and he walked away. The night watchman was mad. He had lost his prisoner and it did run through his mind that possibly he had been tricked, and then he had rolled down the stairs in front of all the other bell boys and the night clerk.
“Did you know that boy?” he asked, walking over to the bell-boys’ bench.
“No, but I’ve seen fellows like him at the show. You were fooled, that’s all.”
“I’ll bet there was a dog. It isn’t possible for a human being to perform an imitation like that.”
At this moment a second time a dog barked at the man’s heels, and yelling “There, there!” he leaped away and turned with drawn club to strike, but there was no dog for him to club. He just gazed in amazement and muttered:
“Well, I’ll be hanged.”