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 happy, because the man in front was a policeman.
Soapy did not move.
He stood there with his hand in his pockets, and He smiled.
'I'll soon be in prison now,' he thought.
The policeman came up to Soapy.
'Who did that?'