Even without such
acquaintance, Mike's general appearance would hardly have
recommended him to Officer Jones.
"I'll let you go this time," he said, "but if I catch you
fighting again on my beat I'll march you off to the
station-house."
Mike was glad to escape, though he would almost have been willing
to be arrested if Paul could have been arrested also.
The officer walked away, and Mike started down the street.
Paul followed him.
That didn't suit Mike's ideas, as he was anxious to meet Jim and
divide the spoils with him.
"What are you follerin' me for?" he demanded, angrily.
"I have my reasons," said Paul.
"Then you'd better stay where you are. Your company ain't
wanted."
"I know that," said Paul, "but I'm going to follow you till I
find my basket."
"What do I know of your basket?"
"That's what I want to find out."
Mike saw, by Paul's resolute tone, that he meant what he said.
Desirous of shaking him of, he started on a run.
CHAPTER VI
PAUL AS AN ARTIST
Paul was not slow in following Mike. He was a good runner, and
would have had no difficulty in keeping up with his enemy if the
streets had been empty. But to thread his way in and out among
the numerous foot passengers that thronged the sidewalks was not
so easy.
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