glance of this assailant, and he swung
completely around, kicking Pop below the chin. That worthy tumbled
down the stairs with a howl of pain.

"Now, I'm going to shoot to kill. Every court in the state will
sustain a policeman who shoots a white-slaver. Don't forget that!"
cried Burke sharply. "You girls let them go first."

[Illustration: "I'm going to shoot to kill. Every court in the state
will sustain a policeman who shoots a white-slaver."]

Down the steps went the motley crew, backing slowly at Burke's order.
The girls, sobbing hysterically with joy at their rescue, almost
impeded the bluecoat's defense as they clung to his arms.

It was a curious procession which met the eyes of Reggie Van Nostrand
and half a dozen reserves who had just run up the steps.

"Well, I say old chap, isn't this jolly?" cried Reggie. "This beats
any show I ever saw! Why, it's a regular Broadway play!"

"You bet it is, and you helped me well. The papers ought to give you a
good spread to-morrow, Mr. Van Nostrand," answered Bobbie grimly, as he
shook the young millionaire's hand with warmth. The gang were rapidly
being handcuffed by the reserves.

Bobbie turned toward Baxter. It was a great moment of triumph for him.
"Well, Baxter, so I got you at last! You're the pretty boy who takes
young girls out to turkey trots! Now, you can join a dancing class up
the Hudson, and learn the new lock-step glide!"

CHAPTER XII

THE REVENGE OF JIMMIE THE MONK

At the uptown station house Burke and his fellow officers had more than
a few difficulties to surmount. The two Swedish girls were hysterical
with fright, and stolid as the people of northern Europe generally are,
under the stress of their experience the young women were almost
uncontrollable. It was not until some gentle matrons from the Swedish
Emigrant Society had come to comfort them in the familiar tongue that
they became normal enough to tell their names and the address of the
unfortunate cousin. This man was eventually located and he led his
kinswomen off happy and hopeful once more.

Sallie, the negress, was remanded for trial, in company with her
sobbing mistress, who realized that she was facing the certainty of a
term of years in the Federal prison.

Uncle Sam and his legal assistants are not kind to "captains of
industry" in this particular branch of interstate commerce.

"We have the goods on them," said the Federal detective who had been
summone