e pavements, and the lights from
the lamp-posts tossed the distorted shadow of the cab, and the horse,
and the motionless driver, sometimes before and sometimes behind them.

After half an hour Gallegher slipped down to the bottom of the cab and
dragged out a lap-robe, in which he wrapped himself. It was growing
colder, and the damp, keen wind swept in through the cracks until the
window-frames and woodwork were cold to the touch.

An hour passed, and the cab was still moving more slowly over the rough
surface of partly paved streets, and by single rows of new houses
standing at different angles to each other in fields covered with
ash-heaps and brick-kilns. Here and there the gaudy lights of a
drug-store, and the forerunner of suburban civilization, shone from the
end of a new block of houses, and the rubber cape of an occasional
policeman showed in the light of the lamp-post that he hugged for
comfort.

Then even the houses disappeared, and the cab dragged its way between
truck farms, with desolate-looking glass-covered beds, and pools of
water, half-caked with ice, and bare trees, and interminable fences.

Once or twice the cab stopped altogether, and Gallegher could hear the
driver swearing to himself, or at the horse, or the roads. At last they
drew up before the station at Torresdale. It was quite deserted, and
only a single light cut a swath in the darkness and showed a portion of
the platform, the ties, and the rails glistening in the rain. They
walked twice past the light before a figure stepped out of the shadow
and greeted them cautiously.

"I am Mr. Dwyer, of the _Press_," said the sporting editor,
briskly. "You've heard of me, perhaps. Well, there shouldn't be any
difficulty in our making a deal, should there? This boy here has found
Hade, and we have reason to believe he will be among the spectators at
the fight to-night. We want you to arrest him quietly, and as secretly
as possible. You can do it with your papers and your badge easily
enough. We want you to pretend that you believe he is this burglar you
came over after. If you will do this, and take him away without any one
so much as suspecting who he really is, and on the train that passes
here at 1.20 for New York, we will give you $500 out of the $5,000
reward. If, however, one other paper, either in New York or
Philadelphia, or anywhere else, knows of the arrest, you won't get a
cent. Now, what do you say?"

The detective had a great deal to