was useless to run farther. "He brought me out here to rob me.
I wonder what he did that for? There's lots of places in New York. I
wonder----" then a sudden thought came to him.

"Dick!" he exclaimed. "Maybe they're going to do something to him and
they wanted to get me out of the way. That's it! They're up to some
trick, Mike and Bulldog, I'll bet anything! And me many miles from New
York and not a cent of car fare!" he added ruefully, as he felt in all
his pockets. Mike had done his part well and had taken every cent
Jimmy had.

For a time the boy did not know what to do. He realized that he must
hurry back to the lodging-house, but how to reach there was another
question. He thought of getting on a trolley car, telling the
conductor his plight, and asking for free transportation. Then there
was his fare to pay across the bridge, though, of course, he could
walk. For that matter he could tramp the entire distance, but it would
take him quite a while; and, meanwhile, what might happen to Dick? He
felt rather dubious about asking the trolley car conductor to trust
him. Probably the man would not believe his story.

"I certainly am up against it good and hard!" said Jimmy to himself.

Rapidly he considered matters. Then, as he saw a light shining from a
distant house, he made up his mind to ask for help. He thought over
what he had better say, and then, determining to be bold, as the case
demanded, he rang the bell and asked for the loan of ten cents, as that
was all he needed to get home.

"I'll leave you my watch for security," went on Jimmy, after he had
explained to the lady some of the circumstances of the case. "It's
only a dollar one, but it's new and it keeps good time."

Fortunately Jimmy had approached a kind woman, who had a boy of her
own, and she not only loaned him the ten cents, but fifteen more,
giving him a quarter. Nor would she take the watch as security. Jimmy
promised to return the money the next day, and then, profuse in his
thanks, he hurried for the trolley and caught a car for Brooklyn Bridge.

Arriving at the lodging-house he hurried to the apartment. His worst
fears were realized. Dick was gone, and, from the appearance of the
room, he had left in a hurry, for his things were scattered around.

"They've got him!" exclaimed Jimmy in despair. "Guess I'd better tell
the police."

He questioned Mr. Snowden, but the manager had not seen Dick depart
with Bulldog. No