So now he had to think of something different.
Soapy walked away from Broadway and soon he found himself on sixth Avenue.
He stopped in from of a shop window and looked at it.
It was nice and bright, and everybody in the street could see him.
Slowly and carefully he picked up a stone and threw it at the window.
The glass broke with a loud noise.
people ran round the corner and Soapy was did not move.
He smiled.
'I'll soon be in prison now,' he thought.
The policeman came up to Soapy.
'Who did that?'