Anyway, you haven't any right in my rooms."
She came closer, and, as Dick leaped to the ground, clutched him
by the arm.
"Let me go, madam."
"I won't. I'm going to hand you over to the police."
"I don't think you will!" retorted Dick, and with a twist he
wrenched himself loose and started off on a run. The woman
attempted to follow him, but soon gave up the chase.
Dick did not stop running until he was several blocks away. Then
he dropped into a walk and looked about to see, if his brothers
or Frank were anywhere in sight.
"I suppose they couldn't make it out and went home," he mused.
"I had, better get to Frank's house without delay."
Dick was still a block away from Senator Harrington's residence
when he espied Tom, Sam, and Frank coming toward him.
"My gracious, where have you been?" burst out Tom, as he rushed
forward. "You look as if you'd been rolling around a dirty
cellar."
"And that is just about what I have been doing," answered Dick
with a sickly laugh. "Do you know anything of Buddy Girk?" he
added quickly.
"He ran away from the tenement, and Arnold Baxter was with him,"
replied Sam.
"Did you follow them?"
"No; we tried to find out what had become of you."
Each had to tell his story, and then Dick was led into the house.
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