en we chased you."

"Swell proof that is," sneered Hartley. "Tell that to a judge and see what
good it will do you."

The point was well taken, and Joe and Jim knew in their hearts that they
had no legal proof, although they were morally certain Bugs was guilty.
Besides, they had no time to have him arrested, for their train was
scheduled to start in ten minutes.

"Now listen, Bugs," said Joe, at the same time shaking him so that his
teeth rattled. "I know perfectly well that you're lying, and I'm giving
you warning for the last time. You've had it in for me from the time you
doped my coffee and nearly put me out of the game altogether. Ever since
that you've bothered me, and to-night you've tried to kill me. I tell you
straight, I've had enough of it. If I didn't think that your brain was
twisted, I'd thrash you now within an inch of your life. But I'm telling
you now, and you let it sink in, that the next time you try to do me, I'm
going to put you where the dogs won't bite you."

He dug his knuckles into Bugs' neck and gave him a fling that sent him
several yards away. The fellow kept his feet with an effort, and then with
a muttered threat slunk away into the darkness.

They watched him for a minute, and then picked up their handbags and
started toward the train.

"Hope that's the last we see of him," remarked Joe.

"So do I," Jim replied. "But we felt that way before and he's turned up
just the same. I won't feel easy till I know that he's behind the bars."

"He's usually in front of the bars," joked Joe. "But I'm glad anyway that
we had a chance to throw a scare into him. He knows now that we'll be on
our guard and perhaps even he will have sense enough to let us alone."

Jim consulted his watch.

"Great Scott!" he ejaculated.

"What's the matter, Jim?"

"We haven't any time to spare if we want to catch that train."

"All right, let's run for it."

As best they could, they began sprinting in the direction of the railroad
station, but their handbags were somewhat heavy, and this impeded their
progress. Then, turning a corner, they suddenly found themselves
confronted by a long sewer trench, lit up here and there by red lanterns.

"We've got to get over that trench somehow!" cried Joe.

"Can you jump it?" questioned Jim anxiously.

"I'm going to try," returned the crack pitcher.

He threw his handbag to the other side of the sewer trench, and then,
backing up a few steps, ran forward and took th