Rod informed him, so with
a warning that they should not be out so late, the official passed on.
This was a new experience for the boys, and they were now fearful lest
they should meet other policemen who might not be so lenient.
They had just reached a dark place when they heard some one walking
with a heavy tread on the opposite side of the street. Thinking that
it might be another policeman, the boys kept close together, and glided
on as swiftly as possible. They did not run lest they should be heard.
Their hearts beat fast, and they glanced nervously from side to side.
The ways of the city, especially at night, were strange and mysterious
to them, and all kinds of dangers seemed to be lurking around. Had
they been on a country road they would have felt perfectly at ease.
But here it was different.
They had almost gained a part of the street where an electric light
flooded the pavement, when they heard a cry behind them, and then a
thud as of some one falling. They stopped and looked back, but all was
shrouded in darkness. On the opposite side of the street they could
hear sounds of struggling, while an occasional gasping cry fell upon
their ears.
"There's something wrong," Rod whispered to his companion.
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