The brakeman looked, then started.
"It's your pal!" he exclaimed, recognizing the individual who had been introduced to the reader as the "Rev. David Ferguson."
"He's no more my pal than you are," said Al. "Just keep your eyes and ears open, and I'll convince you on that point, at any rate."
The alleged reverend gentleman was approaching rather slowly. His eyes were on the pavement. He was smiling; evidently his thoughts were of an agreeable nature.
He did not observe Al and his companion until he was within a few feet of them; then the boy suddenly stepped forward, saying:
"Good-morning, Mr. Ferguson."
CHAPTER XXIX.
A DANGEROUS JOB AHEAD.
The reverend gentleman started; a decidedly uneasy expression appeared upon his face.
"I don't know you, young gentleman," he said.