The young villain staggered back against the iron railing near, as though stricken a blow in the face.
Unconsciously he had uttered his thoughts aloud, and the voice that uttered the reply was hissed almost in his ear.
Dyke Darrel stood before him.
The detective's face wore a stern look, which was suddenly discarded for a smile.
"I am prompt in filling engagements," said Darrel, after a moment. "You see I have at last recognized you, and the walls of the prison from which you escaped shall again envelop you."
And then a sharp click was heard. The fraudulent brakeman held up his arms helplessly—they were safely secured with handcuffs!
CHAPTER III.
PROFESSOR DARLINGTON RUGGLES.
It would be hard to find a more completely astounded person than the one calling himself Watson Wilks at that moment.