Two Boys of the Battleship Part 7

"Robbed! Robbed!" murmured Ned, blankly.

"Exactly," answered Frank. "Why, see, they twisted the end right off your chain! That's a regular pickpocket's trick. And as for my wallet-well, I ought to be kicked for letting them get away with it!"

"But who took it?" asked Ned.

"Those two men, of course. They were working together!"

"But they didn't know each other, Frank. Why, they were going to fight!"

"That was only their trick, Ned, to take our attention off what they were doing to us. It is an old trick. I ought to have known it. But they were good actors, and they got away with it. Oh, hang it all! How stupid I've been!"

"Not any more than I was, Frank. But it doesn't seem possible that those men were friends, after the way they talked to one another. They were so-"

"Look!" suddenly exclaimed Frank. "Doesn't that look as if they were friends?"

He pointed across Battery Park, where, walking rapidly toward the station of the elevated, were the same two men who had so nearly, apparently, come to blows in the aquarium. The men were walking along close together.

"They don't seem very unfriendly now," said Frank, bitterly.

Ned set off on the run toward them.

"Where are you going?" asked Frank.

"After those fellows! They shan't get away with my watch and your money without a fight."

"I'm with you!" cried Frank. "It's as much your money as mine, though. I had it all together. Come on, we'll see if we can catch 'em, but they've got the start of us."

The two clever pickpockets had indeed an advantage. But Frank and Ned set off on the run, the younger lad crying loudly:

"Stop those fellows! Stop those men! They robbed us!"

His cry attracted considerable attention, and a crowd was soon following our heroes, for it does not take even such an exciting cry as "Stop thief!" to collect a throng in busy New York.

"Stop those fellows! Stop 'em!" yelled Ned.

"They've got our money!" added Frank.

By this time the thieves were aware of the commotion behind them. They had evidently antic.i.p.ated pursuit, for at the sound of their victims'

cries, and at the sight of the crowd that had gathered to help in the chase, the two men separated.

Where one went Frank and Ned could not see, as a pillar of the elevated structure hid him from sight. But the other ran up the stairway, and Frank noticed, with despair, that a train was just pulling into the station.

"He'll get away on that," thought Frank, "and the other will be lost in the crowd."

And that was exactly what happened. When Frank and Ned, somewhat out of breath, reached the elevated structure neither of the men was in sight.

But a policeman, attracted by the throng and the sight of the two excited boys, ran over from where he was standing in front of a steam-ship ticket office.

"What's up?" he demanded, sharply.

"Pickpockets," explained Frank briefly. "Two of 'em-they robbed my brother of his watch, and took my pocketbook-"

"Any money in it?" snapped out the policeman, while the crowd pressed around to hear what was going on.

"Sure-all we had," and Frank spoke a little bitterly.

"Where did it happen?"

"In the aquarium. The men ran over here. One went up to take the train.

Maybe we can catch him."

"Maybe," agreed the officer. "We'll have a try. Come on-sprint!"

He himself led the way up the elevated stairs, followed by Frank, Ned and some curious ones.

But the train had pulled out, and save for the ticket-chopper there was no one on the platform.

"Do you see him?" demanded the officer, rather needlessly.

"No," answered Frank. "He's gone all right. And I guess there's no use chasing after the other one."

"Give me a description of them," suggested the policeman, "and I'll report it. The detectives will do what they can, but I guess I needn't tell you there isn't much chance," went on the officer. He evidently regarded Frank and Ned as New York lads, and indeed they had the smart appearance of those who are familiar with the metropolis.

"No, I guess we can score that up to profit and loss," said Frank, gloomily.

"At any rate, give me your names and addresses," suggested the policeman. "I'll have to make a report of it to the station," and he took out notebook and pencil.

Most of the crowd had left the elevated station now, seeing no further chance for excitement, and standing on the platform, Frank gave an account of the affair, telling how, by the clever ruse of a pretended quarrel, the men had so engaged the attention of his brother and himself that they never noticed the trained and nimble fingers of the pickpockets taking the watch and money.

"Yes, it is an old trick," the policeman said. "It's often been worked before. I'll go back to the aquarium with you and see if any of the attendants noticed the two men, so I can get a description of them."

"One of the officers inside ordered them out when they seemed likely to fight," proffered Ned.

"I'll have a talk with him," decided the policeman. But he could get nothing more than a general description of the two thieves, and from that he did not recognize them as any well-known criminals.

"Well, give me your names and addresses," said the policeman again, when it became evident that nothing more could be done.

Frank complied, stating that they lived in Ipswhich.

"We might as well call that our home," he said to Ned afterward. "It's the only real one we ever had, and maybe we'll get back to it some day."

"I hope so," sighed his brother. "But what are we going to do now, Frank? We surely are up against it good and hard!"

They had left the aquarium for the second time, parted from the officer, and were now by themselves. The crowd had melted away. There had been no chance for any real pursuit of the pickpockets.

"Yes, we've got to consider what to do," said Frank, and his voice had in it a serious note.

"I'm half starved," murmured Ned.

"So am I," added Frank. "We've got enough money left to buy us a few meals, anyhow. Luckily I held back a little change," and he produced it from a pocket the thief had not found. "We'll go and get a bite, and then we'll be better able to consider matters," he went on, as he led the way hastily up and across Broadway, toward a restaurant.