But what have ye there ?" asked Patsey, peering through the gloom at the figure of a boy in the grip of the other policeman.
"A chap that we jerked for picking pockets; we've been shadowing him for a long time." The Irishman seemed to suspect the identity of the boy, and, going forward, he took him by the hand, and asked him how it all came about.
Tom told the story as it is known to the reader, when Patsey turned to the policeman.
"There's some mistake here, Billy; that boy never took that watch--I'll bet my life on that.

I know him, and the story he tells is the true one, and no mistake." It didn't take the policeman long to agree with Patsey, and a satisfactory arrangement was made, by which the faithful guardian kept the gold timepiece, and the boy was allowed to go free.
"I didn't feel aisy," said Patsey, as he walked off in company with his young friend, "when I left ye in that place, and I hadn't been gone long whin I made up me mind to go back and fix it, whither the boss was mad or no.

Whin I arrived the throuble was over, and ye had started out.

I had to guess which way ye wint, but I seemed to hit it, and I was able to do ye a little hilp." "That you did, indeed," replied the grateful boy.

"I would have gone to jail but for you." "Ye same to be a wide-awake boy, and ye kape yer sinses about ye at all times.