own neighborhood now. If only he could shake off that eternal medley of cops' whistles and flying horses' hoofs. Thank goodness they had not enlisted a motorcycle cop in the chase. That would have been his finish.
Now at last he reached the intersection of De Lacey Street and the Bowery and turned left again.
Five minutes later he caught sight of the glistening parallel rails of the Crosstown Railways. A fleeting glimpse of a clock on a pole in front of a jewelry store told him that it was twenty-five minutes past four! Just in time to make one round trip, if Nellie and the car held together and the New York Police Department did not descend upon him en masse!
King Tut on the front platform was barking lustily, almost overcome with excitement. The valiant Nellie was summoning all her strength for the home stretch. With a shout of sheer pent-up emotion Speedy reached the far end of the Crosstown trolley line and attempted to steer the flying Nellie so that the wheels of the horse car would catch the rails.
And now the inmates of De Lacey Street, attracted by the clattering hoofs and the pandemonium in their wake, were pouring out of houses and shops into the streets! Speedy wildly waved them out of the way.
