As he spoke, he thrust the ring into Al's hand.
"Now," he asked, in a voice that trembled with nervousness, "may I get out?"
"Skip," responded Al, laconically.
In less than ten seconds the fellow had disappeared from view.
The brakeman extended his hand to his companion.
"I have wronged you," he said.
"That's what I told you," replied Al, quietly, "but you wouldn't take my word for it."
"I hope you'll accept my apology."
"Of course I will; and you must accept your money back."
And the boy handed his companion a ten-dollar bill.