sk him to
come to the police-station.

Meanwhile the policeman had gone back on his beat, and the Italian,
having been instructed to appear at court in the morning, was allowed
to go. He had left his cart in front of the station-house, and his
stock of bananas was much less when he came out, as the temptation of
the fruit had been too much for the crowd of boys.

Mr. Snowden came promptly in response to Jimmy's request, and soon
arranged for bail for the lad. So a few hours after he was arrested
Jimmy was free again, but he would have to be tried in the morning.

"I'd advise you," said the sergeant, who took more interest in Jimmy's
case when he heard from the lodging-house superintendent what sort of a
lad the newsboy was, "to hunt up these two chaps you say pushed you.
If you see them call a policeman and have them arrested. You can make
a charge against them."

"But will a cop--I mean a policeman--arrest them on my say-so?" asked
Jimmy.

"I guess so. Wait, I'll give you a note, and you can show it to the
officer nearest at hand when you see those two chaps," and the sergeant
wrote out a note for Jimmy.

Then with Mr. Snowden the boy left the station-house, his mind made up
to search for Mike and Bulldog and cause their arrest. And this was
not so much because he was vindictive as that he wanted to be cleared
of the unjust charge.

"How's Dick?" asked Jimmy of the lodging-house manager.

"Not quite so well," was the grave answer. "But don't worry. I guess
he'll be all right."

"I suppose I'd better go back and take care of him instead of chasing
after Mike and Bulldog."

"No, perhaps it will be well for you to stay away. He will be sure to
question you, and if he hears of your arrest it might excite him. I
will tell him you are all right, but that you have some business to
attend to. Meanwhile you can look for those two young rowdies. I hope
you find them. I'll look out for Dick; so don't worry."

After a hasty supper Jimmy set out to find the two bullies, with the
note from the sergeant safe in his pocket. He knew where Mike and
Bulldog usually were to be found at night--in the neighborhood of some
of the moving picture shows--and thither Jimmy went.

As he walked down the Bowery he saw a crowd in front of a
brilliantly-lighted store, the proprietor of which, to draw trade, had
installed a small cage of monkeys. There was quite a throng of men and
boys watching the antics of the creature