of them clutched at the little man with the big cap just as the latter ducked with a swift movement and started to run. He completely eluded the policeman and, aided by the fact that the game had just been finished and the crowd was pouring out of their seats and cluttering up the place, plunged into the oncoming hordes and disappeared.
"Who was that fellow?" Speedy quickly asked the other policeman, who was still standing there.
"That's Al Murphy, of Callahan's gang. Wanted for a fur robbery down at the Atlantic Basin last night. A bad egg," snapped the cop and dashed into the crowd in the direction his fellow cop had taken.
Speedy sighed with relief and felt a little foolish. The policemen had not been chasing him at all. All the time they had been after Al Murphy. Probably they had had a tip he would be at the game, had gotten on his trail and followed him there. Doubtless he had arrived just ahead of Speedy and the cops had been hot after him ever since. Now that he thought of it, Speedy had noticed a little fellow with a cap ahead of him several times that hectic afternoon.
But then he came to with a start. He would have to get into action at once! As he had suspected, this fellow Carter was a crook. Linked up with the Callahan gang. Just as he had doped it out. The conversation in the next booth and the identification of Al Murphy as being one of the Callahans proved it. He must get back to the Dillons at once and warn Jane and Pop. Pop must make the trip
