window. Throwing open the blinds, he was about to leap out into
the tenement alley when a woman suddenly confronted him. She was
tall and heavy and had a red, disagreeable face.

"What are you doing in my rooms, young fellow?" she demanded.

"I'm trying to get out of this house!"

"What are you -- a thief?"

"No. I was locked up in the cellar by a couple of bad men and
got out by coming through a trapdoor in your floor."

"A likely story!" sneered the woman, who had been away during the
night and had heard nothing of the search for Dick. "You look
like a sneak-thief. Anyway, you haven't any right in my rooms."

She came closer, and, as Dick leaped to the ground, clutched him
by the arm.

"Let me go, madam."

"I won't. I'm going to hand you over to the police."

"I don't think you will!" retorted Dick, and with a twist he
wrenched himself loose and started off on a run. The woman
attempted to follow him, but soon gave up the chase.

Dick did not stop running until he was several blocks away. Then
he dropped into a walk and looked about to see, if his brothers