"There is some one now," suddenly exclaimed Frank to himself. He made a dash down a lonely platform and ran across a couple of tracks.
"Yes, it's him," declared Frank. "Hey, just a minute. Why, what are you running away from me for?"
The person Frank was after had started up quickly at the first hail. Frank overtook him, cornering him where some milk cars blocked the way south.
The strange boy braced back against the side of a car, pulled his cap down further over his eyes, and said.
"Want me?"
"Sure, I want you," cried Frank spiritedly. "First, to shake hands with you and thank you for your bravery in my behalf."
"Oh, that wasn't anything," observed the strange boy.
"No, only the saving of all the money I've got in the world," retorted Frank.
He shook the boy's hand warmly. The latter at last slightly returned the hand pressure, but kept looking about him furtively and uneasily.
"By the way," said Frank, "what was that you hit that man with?"
