imself, and was on the point
of returning when he saw that which surprised him greatly. A cab whirled
past the corner upon which he was standing, and on the back seat he
recognized Mr. Wakefield Smith.

The pickpocket was alone, and ere Jerry could stop him the cab rolled down
the side street out of hearing.

Our hero did not stop long to consider what was best to do, but took to
his heels and followed the cab as best he could.

The cab gained a distance of nearly two blocks, and Jerry was almost on
the point of giving up, when it came to a halt in front of what looked
like a private club-house. Wakefield Smith alighted and paid the cabman,
who went about his business without delay.

"Stop there!" cried Jerry to the pickpocket, as the man mounted the steps
of the house. But whether the man heard our hero or not, he paid no
attention. When Jerry reached the spot he was standing on a low porch.

"Did you hear me?" went on Jerry, and, to prevent Smith from entering the
place, our hero caught him by the button of his coat.

To Jerry surprise, the rascal offered no resistance. Instead, he came down
the steps backward, and fell on his back on the sidewalk, his hat rolling
toward the gutter.

"Shay, waz you do that fer?" he hiccoughed.

Jerry gazed at the pickpocket in wonder. Then the truth flashed over our
hero. The man who had robbed him was beastly intoxicated.

CHAPTER XXX.

AN UNLOOKED FOR ADVENTURE.

It would be hard to express Jerry's feelings when he found Mr. Wakefield
Smith was suffering heavily from intoxication. For the moment he could do
nothing but stare at the man as he lay helpless on the pavement.

"Waz you mean, boy?" went on Smith, and he tried in vain to get up. "Waz
you knock me down for, I demand to know?"

"Do you recognize me?" said our hero sharply, as he looked the pickpocket
squarely in the face.

"No--don't know you from Adam, 'pon my word."

"I am Jerry Upton, the boy you robbed the other night."

At the words Smith straightened up for a moment and a look of alarm
crossed his face.

"Jerry Upton," he repeated, slowly.

"Yes. What have you done with my money?"

"Ain't got a dollar of your money."

"If you haven't, you've drank it up," Jerry ejaculated. "You ought to be
ashamed of yourself."

"Zat's all right, m'boy, all right, I assure you. Come on and have a good
time with me."

With great difficulty Wakefield Smith arose to his feet and staggered
towards the h