looked menacingly around. On each occasion, as danger threatened, Speedy had been able to duck behind some convenient pedestrian's back. But now as Puggy looked around sharply, the sidewalk in the immediate vicinity of Speedy was bare. There was no hiding place. Puggy was staring at him. To stop short, Speedy knew, woud be fatal, and it would be equally incriminating to run. There was nothing to do but keep going, which would in a few seconds bring him face to face with the enemy. Callahan grimly awaited him, though it was obvious that the gunman did not recognize him completely and was not quite certain that Speedy had been following him.
At that moment Providence directed Speedy's lowered eyes to a fruit and refreshment stand jutting out from a tenement a few yards away. Speedy nonchalantly strode over to it. The vantage point in the show window was occupied by an assortment of choice cuts of watermelon, and a sign proclaimed that they were ten cents a slice. Speedy quickly plunked down a dime and picked up the succulent fruit. Holding on to it with both bands he sunk his teeth into its red middle and, eating as he went, proceeded on toward his awaiting foe. Speedy's face was as completely disguised by the watermelon as if he had been wearing a mask. Callahan, convinced that he did not know this strangely persistent young man and that he meant no harm, turned and plodded along toward his rendezvous with Joe.
But Speedy now knew that renewed caution would be necessary. Spying a push cart that was
