He was a fat German and he paused in the middle of the street, wildly
waving his arms and crying in despairing tones:

"_Ach Gott!_ I vos robbed! Dey shtole mein horse und vagon!"

The Bradys started off on a run after the vehicle.

Block after block was covered until the wagon, far in advance of the
detectives, swung around the corner into West Broadway.

Here, panting and foam-covered, the horse was reined in.

The fugitives alighted.

"We are going to lose them now," groaned Old King Brady.

"I don't see why," returned Harry, breathlessly.

"Don't you see they're going for the elevated?"

"Oh, gee, so they are!"

The five rushed up the stairs on the downtown side, just as a train pulled
into the station.

After them ran the Bradys, hoping fervently that they would miss the train.
But they were doomed to disappointment.

When the detectives reached the platform, the train was steaming away and