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Since Deacon was the best pickpocket in Dodger's coven, he was assigned the job of teaching the new boys. Today, Deacon was training a boy named Charlie. Thankfully, Flip decided to go with him. Charlie was amazingly boring, and Deacon needed someone to talk to.
They had been walking since the early morning. Deacon had already acquired six pocketbooks and a snuff box. Charlie had yet to find a pocket worth picking. He had considered three gentlemen already, but had backed out at the last minute.
He was looking over another gentleman. He looked like a prime specimen to Deacon. The man was looking at pocket-watches in the window. He was an older gentleman, and he wore a top hat. His cane was tuck into his elbow, and he "Hmmmm'd" a couple of times while looking through the window.
"How 'bout this bloke? Looks like a piece of cake if you ask me. How can Charlie mess this one up?" Flip asked while picking at the dirt underneath his fingernails.
"Who knows. Charlie is as green as they get. Why did Dodger ever pick him up off the streets?" Deacon pulled out the snuff box and offered some to Flip.
"Thanks." After Flip was done, Deacon threw him the box.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I can't stand the stuff." Deacon focused his attention on Charlie again.
"Stay here." He left Flip, and went to get a closer look.
Charlie slowly crept around the man. He put his hand in the man's back pocket, and grabbed hold of the first thing he touched. The man turned around.
"Excuse me." Charlie was frozen in his spot. Deacon took the opportunity to walk up behind the man and steal his pocket-watch. Deacon heard Flip whistle, and Charlie started to run. Deacon took off in the opposite direction ready to meet them at the corner.
He could hear the police going after him. He decided to meet up with them at the next corner. He knew he could out run the police, but he didn't know about Charlie.
Flip was running behind Charlie. He could hear the police, but he didn't think they were after them. He knew Deacon took another route to try and get the police off the trail.
"Keep running! Don't slow down!" Flip yelled ahead to Charlie.
"I'm tired." Flip ran to catch up to Charlie.
"Too bad. Keep running." Suddenly, Flip heard a whistle behind him. He looked back and saw Deacon running. Deacon was about twenty feet in front of the police.
"Don't spare the horses!" Deacon yelled to Flip. Charlie turned around to see Deacon right behind him. Deacon was running faster, and the police were losing speed. Charlie slowed down.
"No!" Deacon kept running. "Flip, we have to go back." Deacon turned around and looked for Charlie. He couldn't see him there were too many people in the street. The throng of people was becoming denser and denser. Then, Deacon heard Charlie yelp. He saw Charlie being dragged by the police.
"Shite!" Deacon and Flip were flabbergasted. Deacon stood there unable to move. His heart was pounding. If Charlie peached everything he ever knew would be over. Flip started hitting Deacon of the shoulder.
"Come on. Nothing we can do now." Flip started jogging to Dodger's. Deacon started sprinting. He knew Dodger would want to know about this as soon as possible. He took the corner at Birch Street, and he didn't stop sprinting until he was in the door.
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