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UNDER HIS THUMB. vo CHAPTER V. STEVE AND THE DETECTIVE. As Steve Lawton neared the door of the counting- room his foot struck an obstacle upon the floor, and he fell headlong. He was on his feet in an instant, however, and . confronting his pursuer. The latter sprang toward him with outstretched hands, but he came suddenly to a halt as the young- ster threateningly brandished the piece of iron pipe and exclaimed: | “Tf yer lay a hand on me I—I’I strike !’’ The man, who was one of the policemen set to watch for Dyer, ejaculated: **Hi! it’s the boy!’’ _ “Hope yer didn’t take me for a girl. Suthin’ must ail your eyes if ye did,’”’ Steve retorted. “We were looking for you as well as the other chap,’’ said the policeman, making a feint of seizing the lad’s arm. ‘Don’t you try that, I tell you. I won’t be pulled, ‘cause I haven’t done nothin’. Hands off, I say.’’ And the piece of steam-pipe cut the air with a warning whiz. The policeman recoiled, somewhat impressed by the youngster’s belligerence. “Don’t you know any better than to strike an offi- cer?’’ he fiercely demanded. “I ain’t goin’ to be arrested, that’s all.”’ “Tell me where Dyer has gone.”’ m Eomicboo Cs) (fe)