Where's the police.

Call the police!" Billy and I sprang up and pushed open the door leading to the front hall.

The thieves in a terrible fright were just rushing down the front steps.

One of them got away, but the other fell, and I caught him by the coat, till Mr.Morris ran and put his hand on his shoulder.
He was a young fellow about Jack's age, but not one-half so manly, and he was sniffling and scolding about "that pesky parrot." Mr.Morris made him come back into the house, and had a talk with him.

He found out that he was a poor, ignorant lad, half starved by a drunken father.