Martin followed him for a distance of eight or ten blocks. Just as Ralph was about to go past a coal yard he tapped the boy on the shoulder.
Ralph turned quickly, and was almost dumbfounded to see who it was that had accosted him.
"What, you!" he exclaimed.
"Then I am really right!" cried Martin, reaching forth and grasping his hand. "Thank heaven that you are safe!"
"Why, I don't understand," stammered Ralph.
He could not comprehend the other's manner.
"I was afraid you had been killed on the cars," went on Martin. "I am very glad to see that you escaped."
"Indeed! I thought you wished me dead," said Ralph, coldly.
"Dead! No, indeed, my young friend!"
"But you pushed me over the cliff on the island."