of every degree, awaiting a hearing. What would my friends think? And if the affair once got into the newspapers my good name would be gone forever.
The more I thought of the matter the more determined I became that I would not go to prison. Suppose I ran away?
No sooner had this foolish thought entered my mind than I prepared to act upon it. We were now on the corner of Fulton Street, and to cross here was all but impossible. My uncle and Mr. Banker were still in hot dispute, and for an instant neither of them noticed me.
"Good-bye, Mr. Banker, I'm off!" I cried out suddenly.
And the next moment I had torn myself loose from my uncle's grasp, and was dashing down Fulton Street at the top of my speed.
"Hi! come back!" called out Mr. Banker after me; but I paid no heed.
"Stop him! Stop him!" yelled my uncle. "Stop the thief!"
His last words set the street in commotion. The cry of "Stop the thief!" resounded on all sides, and soon it seemed to me that I was being followed by at least half a hundred men and boys, all eager to stop me in hopes of a possible reward.
