The submarine
boy, looking into that mirror, became aware that he could see people at
a considerable distance behind him down the street.
"I wonder if Millard has been taking sights, too, and has had a peep at
me, that way?" muttered the boy.
At the next corner the long-legged one, after a brief look down the side
street, turned into it.
"Now, that we're getting away from the main street there'll be far less
chance of finding a police officer," sighed Jack, at last wholly
discontented with luck.
Millard led without, apparently, ever thinking to glance back. He
turned a second corner, into another small street, and kept on.
"This is getting more exciting," muttered the young trailer. "Yet all
signs point to the fact that I've got to make the grab all by myself.
I wonder if I can down that chap and get the upper hand of him? I don't
mind a thumping, but I'd be sadly ashamed of myself to let the fellow
get away from me."
Millard was walking briskly, now. Next, he turned sharply to the left.
"Ah!" Then Jack Benson shot swiftly forward on tip-toe, trying to make
no noise as he ran.
For the long-legged one had, to all seeming, at the distance, wheeled
and gone through the wall of a brick building.
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