“I say!” ejaculated Fogg with a great start.
The young engineer was similarly moved. In a flash he now traced the source of the puzzling suggestiveness of something familiar in the face of Glen Palmer the day before.
“Did you see him?” demanded Fogg.
“Yes,” nodded Ralph.
“The old man--he’s the one we saw with those two suspicious jailbird-looking fellows down the line yesterday.”
[CHAPTER IV—THE WIRE TAPPERS]
“I don’t like it,” spoke Fogg with emphasis.
“Neither do I,” concurred Ralph, “but I fancy the sensible thing to do is to make the best of it.”
“While somebody else is making the worst of it!” grumbled the old fireman. “What brought up the confab with the old man at the terminus, anyway?”
“He just called me into the office and gave me the warning I have told you about.”