"Well, Mr. Martin Thomas, we meet again," he said, coolly.
Martin Thomas, for that was really the man's name, was thunderstruck.
"What—er——" he stammered.
"I say we meet again," repeated Ralph. "I guess you did not expect to see me quite so soon."
"Confound the luck!" muttered the man, biting his lips nervously.
"You did not expect me to obtain my freedom as quickly as I did."
"How did you get out?" muttered the man, savagely.
"A friend came to my assistance."
"A friend!" repeated Martin Thomas, with a start.
"Yes, a friend."