His head was bending over hers, and so he did not see Wade and
Heffner, the two ward detectives, as they came in from the street,
looking hot, and tired, and anxious. They gave a careless glance at
the group, and then stopped with a start, and one of them gave a long,
low whistle.
"Well," exclaimed Wade, with a gasp of surprise and relief. "So
Raegen, you're here, after all, are you? Well, you did give us a
chase, you did. Who took you?"
The men of the reserve squad, when they heard the name of the man for
whom the whole force had been looking for the past two days, shifted
their positions slightly, and looked curiously at Rags, and the woman
stopped pouring out the milk from the bottle in her hand, and stared
at him in frank astonishment. Raegen threw back his head and
shoulders, and ran his eyes coldly over the faces of the semicircle of
men around him.
"Who took me?" he began defiantly, with a swagger of braggadocio, and
then, as though it were hardly worth while, and as though the presence
of the baby lifted him above everything else, he stopped, and raised
her until her cheek touched his own. It rested there a moment, while
Rag stood silent.
"Who took me?" he repeated, quietly, and without lifting his eyes from
the baby's face.
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