Then with Mr. Snowden the boy left the station-house, his mind made up to search for Mike and Bulldog and cause their arrest. And this was not so much because he was vindictive as that he wanted to be cleared of the unjust charge. "How's Dick?" asked Jimmy of the lodging-house manager. "Not quite so well," was the grave answer. "But don't worry. I guess he'll be all right." "I suppose I'd better go back and take care of him instead of chasing after Mike and Bulldog." "No, perhaps it will be well for you to stay away. He will be sure to question you, and if he hears of your arrest it might excite him. I will tell him you are all right, but that you have some business to attend to. Meanwhile you can look for those two young rowdies. I hope you find them. I'll look out for Dick; so don't worry." After a hasty supper Jimmy set out to find the two bullies, with the note from the sergeant safe in his pocket. He knew where Mike and Bulldog usually were to be found at night--in the neighborhood of some of the moving picture shows--and thither Jimmy went. As he walked down the Bowery he saw a crowd in front of a brilliantly-lighted store, the proprietor of which, to draw trade, had installed a small cage of monkeys. There was quite a throng of men and boys watching the antics of the creatures. As Jimmy approached the outer line of people he saw, standing close together near the window, the two bullies whom he sought. This was unexpected good luck, and he looked around for a policeman. He saw one not far off, and then seeing a newsboy whom he knew, Jimmy quietly whispered to the latter to summon the officer. "What fer?" asked the lad. "You'll see in a minute. There's going to be some fun." For Jimmy had made up his mind to grab both the bullies and hold them until the officer could arrive, regardless of what they might do to him, though he knew they would beat and kick him in an endeavor to get away. But he calculated it could not last long, as just before he prepared to tackle the two he saw the officer start toward the throng. "Now for it," said Jimmy in a whisper to himself. But just then something most unexpected happened. As Jimmy crept closer to the two unsuspecting ones he saw the hand of Mike Conroy slip into the pocket of a man standing near him. Softly and slowly the hand was inserted, and a moment later it was withdrawn, holding a pocketbook. "He's picking that man's pocket!" thought Jimmy. "Now I can make another charge against him." He made a sudden grab for Mike. At the same instant the man who had been robbed turned around, for he felt some movement in his pocket. "Mr. Crosscrab!" exclaimed Jimmy, as he saw the man's face. "Why, Jimmy, I've been looking for you!" cried the young man. "But what's this? My pocketbook!" For he saw it in Mike's hand, which Jimmy held in a firm grasp. "He stole it!" cried Jimmy.