ach.

"Why, there is Jack Osborne," he said, half audibly, and, rising,
pulled the strap for the driver to stop the stage.

Then was the critical moment for Ben. Was he to allow the thief to
escape with the money. Ben hated to get into a disturbance, but he
felt that it would be wrong and cowardly to be silent.

"Before you get out," he said, "hand that lady her pocketbook."

The face of the pickpocket changed and he darted a malignant glance at
Ben.

"What do you mean, you young scoundrel?" he said.

"You have taken that lady's pocketbook," persisted Ben.

"Do you mean to insult me?"

"I saw you do it."

With a half exclamation of anger, the young man darted to the door.
But he was brought to a standstill by the business man, who placed
himself in his way.

"Not so fast, young man," he said resolutely.

"Out of the way!" exclaimed the thief, in a rage. "It's all a base
lie. I never was so insulted in my life."

"Do you miss your pocketbook, madam?" asked the gentleman, turning to
the lady who had been robbed.

"Yes," she answered. "It was in the pocket next to this man."

The thief seeing there was no hope of retaining his booty, drew it
from his pocket and flung it into the lady's lap.

"Now, may I go?" he said.

There was no policeman in sight, and at a nod from the lady, the
pickpocket was allowed to leave the stage.

"You ought to have had him arrested. He is a dangerous character,"
said the gentleman who had barred his progress.

"It would have been inconvenient for me to appear against him," said
the lady. "I am willing to let him go."

"Well, there is one comfort--if he keeps on he will be hauled up
sooner or later," remarked the gentleman. "Would your loss have been
a heavy one?" he inquired.

"I had quite a large sum in my pocketbook, over two hundred dollars.
But for my young friend opposite," she said, nodding kindly at Ben, "I
should have lost it with very small chance of recovery."

"I am glad to have done you a service, madam," said Ben politely.

"I know it is rather imprudent to carry so large sum about with me,"
continued the lady, but I have a payment to make to a carpenter who
has done work in my house, and I thought he might not find it
convenient use a check."

"A lady is in more danger than a gentleman," observed the business
man, "as she cannot so well hide away her pocketbook. You will need
to be careful as you walk along the street."

"I think it will be