Then, from the darkness of the woods, two bright eyes peered out at Jack, reflecting in the light of the new moon. They showed red and green. “An animal,” said the lad to himself, with a sigh of relief. “A fox, most likely.” Then a distant owl hooted, and the fox, if such the beast was, disappeared like a flash. “I might have known it,” thought Jack, but, nevertheless, it was some time before his heart beat regularly. At length he saw a distant light, and knew that he was approaching Pendleton. “I’ll soon be there,” he thought. “Then for a ride on the train, and, as soon as it’s daylight, I’ll look for work in Rudford. I ought to get a place easily. I’m strong for my age.” Half an hour later Jack was tramping through the silent streets of the village, on his way to the railroad station. He had been there once before, when the Academy nine played the Pendleton team, and he knew his way about. Just as the youth was turning a dark corner, on a street which he remembered led to the depot, he heard some one coming toward him. He peered ahead, and, from the fact that the man he saw carried a long club, he concluded that the person was a constable. “I mustn’t let him see me,” thought the boy. “It’s just possible there’s an alarm for me here. The dress-suit case will give me away, sure. I’d better hide it until he gets past.” Fortunately, Jack was in the dense shadow cast by a building. The constable was coming directly toward him, and if he turned back, the officer would hear him. A sudden idea came to the lad. Setting his dress-suit case down in the doorway, where it would be out of sight, Jack advanced boldly to meet the constable. The officer rather started on beholding the boy appear from out of the shadow. “Can you please tell me the way to the railroad station?” asked Jack. “I want to get a train.” “Right down this street,” replied the officer, which fact Jack knew well. “Out rather late, aren’t you?” asked the officer suspiciously. “Well, it is late,” admitted Jack, as if some one had disputed it. “But I couldn’t get here any sooner,” which was the truth. “I’m on my way to Rudford, to work,” he added. “I had to leave rather suddenly, and this is the first train I could get. There’s one about three, isn’t there?” He was glad he knew something about the timetable, though it was not much. “Three-eight,” replied the officer. “You haven’t seen anything of a lad with a dress-suit case, have you?” “A lad with a dress-suit case?” repeated Jack, as though such a curiosity was not to be met with outside of a circus. Then the alarm for him had been sent here, after all, he thought. But his natural manner fooled the constable. “Yes,” went on the officer. “We’ve got orders to arrest a lad with a dress-suit case. Telephone came from the police at Westville.” “What’s he wanted for?” As if Jack did not know!