young fellow. Where's your ticket?"

"I must catch that man--he is wanted by the police," answered Dick.

"That's an old dodge, but it don't work with me, see? You go back and
get a ticket," said the gateman, firmly.

"But he'll get away from me," pleaded the eldest Rover.

"If he does, it's not my fault. You can't pass here without a ticket."

By this time the train was almost ready to start. But Sam had procured
tickets and he rushed up.

"There are two tickets!" he cried. "Come on, Dick!" and he sprinted
for the train.

The guard was closing the platform gate, but they managed to squeeze
through. The train was crowded with people going home from their day's
work and in the jam they could see nothing of Cuffer.

"But he is on board," said Dick.

"I know it," returned his brother, "and we must find him. Quick, you
go to the front and I'll go to the rear. If you locate him, tell the
trainman you want him arrested at the next station."

Without another word the brothers separated and each tried to work his
way to an end of the train, which was composed of five cars. This was
by no means easy, for the crowd was in no humor to be jostled or have
its toes stepped upon.

"Look where you are going!" cried one stout man to Sam. "Stop pushing
me!" And then as the youngest Rover dodged out of his way he ran his
ear into the big feather on a young lady clerk's immense hat. The girl
glared at him and murmured something under her breath, which was far
from complimentary. By the time he had reached the front end of the
car half a dozen passengers were his enemies.

Dick had gone to the rear and as he entered the last car he saw Cuffer
crouching down in a seat near the door. The train was stopping at
another station, and quick as a flash the fellow arose in the seat,
shot between Dick and a man with several bundles, and forced his way
out on the platform. Dick tried to follow, but was caught fast by
several men.

"Here, don't be acting in such a rowdy fashion!" cried one man, in
great irritation.

"You knocked my bundle from my hand!" added another. "It's a shame the
way some roughs act on these trains. The authorities ought to have
them arrested," he went on in a loud voice.

"What's the trouble in there?" demanded a policeman, who was on the
station platform in the crowd.

"This young fellow is too fresh," explained the man who had dropped
his bundle.

"I want to get off, that's all," said Dick.

"Well, you