"
"They know he was here wid us, and they'll find him sure," cried one
shifty-eyed fellow. "Me to the woods."
"Hold on. Spike," interposed another grimly. "We got to stand together
on this. We got to stick by Dick, now he has a chance. We got to stay
here and tell 'em what Ernie said to us in there. It's the only way.
We'll do time for it, but what's the dif? Dick was doin' more for
Ernie. We're sure to get off light, when it all comes out."
They drew back into the passage and waited for the police to come.
An hour went by, and not one faltered. There came at last to their
ears the sound of heavy footsteps on the narrow stairway. Spike heaved
a deep sigh and said to his comrades:
"We've seen the last of Dick, kids. This Mr. Jenison will take care of
him from now on. He'll have a good chance to be honest, lucky dog,
just as he's always wanted to be."
The fellow with the plutocratic watch took it from his pocket and
gazed at it with the eyes of one who is contemplating a great
sacrifice.
"Jenison's all right, God bless him. I'm going to see that he gets his
watch back, too. I was a dog to have pinched it in the first place.
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