Mounting his bicycle, he shot like an arrow into the road, but he had not gone a couple of hundred yards before he almost ran over a small dog that was chasing a rabbit. The dog caught the rabbit and then immediately a lad of fifteen or sixteen, who was carrying more rabbits over his shoulder, dashed through the hedge. The boy almost dropped in dismay when be caught sight of the detective, and for the moment seemed as if he were going to bolt.
But Larose jumped off his bicycle and stood before him. “Hulloa!” he said. “What's this! Poaching, eh?”
The boy looked very scared, and receiving no reply, the detective went on, “Never mind. I won't squeal. How many have you got?”
“Foive,” replied the boy in great relief at the friendly tones.
“Well, give me a couple and here's a tanner for you.
