Then he spoke to the young woman again. In a minute she would call the policeman. Soapy could almost see the prison doors. Suddenly, the young woman took hold of his arm.
'OK,' she said happily. 'If you buy me a drink. Let's go before that policeman sees us.'
And poor Soapy walked away with the young woman, who still held on to his arm. He was very unhappy.
At the next corner he ran away from the woman. Suddenly he was afraid. 'I'm never going to get to prison,' he thought.