I'd just got my book out of the Public
Library, and I was going down Neponset Street on my way home,
hurrying along, because I see it was beginning to be pretty late,
and the first thing I know somebody pulled my hat down over my eyes,
and tore the brim half off, so I don't suppose I can ever wear it
again, it's such a lookin' thing; any rate it ain't the one I've got
on, though it's some like it; and then the next thing, somebody
grabbed away the satchel I'd got on my arm; and as soon as I could
get my eyes clear again, I see two fellows chasin' up the street,
and I told the officer somebody'd got my book; and I knew it was one
of those fellows runnin' away, and I said, 'There they go now,' and
the officer caught the hind one, and I guess the other one got away;
and the officer told me to follow along to the station-house, and
when we got there they took my name, and where I roomed, and my age----"
"Do you recognise this young man as one of the persons who robbed
you?" interrupted the judge, nodding his head toward Lemuel, who now
lifted his head and looked his accuser fearlessly in her pretty
eyes.
"Why, no!" she promptly replied. "The first thing I knew, he'd
pulled my hat over my eyes."
"But you recognise him as one of those you saw running away?"
"Oh yes, he's one of _them_," said the girl.
"What made you think he had robbed you?"
"Why, because my satchel was gone!" returned the girl, with logic
that apparently amused the gentlemen of the bar.
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