terror. The police had found him. The police had found him in the wagon. 

 He awoke with a start. Rough hands were shaking him. Yes, it was perfectly true! 

 "Kim up ... you!" 

 It was the voice of the police. 

 He turned over with a whimper and lifted up his head, only to drop it instantly. He had been blinded by the glare of a lantern held six inches from his eyes. 

 "Well, damn me," a great, roaring voice surged into his ears.  "Here, Ike!" 

 "What's up now?" said a second voice, roaring like the first. 

 "Come and look at this." 

 The boy dug his head into the sacks. 

 "What's up?" said voice the second. 

 "What about it? Must ha' got in at Blackhampton." 

 "Well, damn me." 

 The boy burrowed deeper and deeper into the sacks. 

 "Here, come out of it."  The owner of the first voice took him by the ear and dragged him out of the wagon. 

 "What's yer name?" 

 No answer. 

 His captor shook him roughly. 

 "Enry Arper," whimpered the boy. 

 "Enry what?" 

 "Enry Arper." 

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