"By jingo, if it isn't the telegraph boy!" he exclaimed. "How came you here?"
"By the train."
"Have you any more bogus diamonds about you?" inquired Schuyler sarcastically.
"I might have had if I had expected to meet you."
"I'll see what I can find at any rate."
As he spoke he leaned over and was about to feel in Mark's pockets when the telegraph messenger blew another blast on his whistle so loud that a relief party came running up in haste.
"What's the matter?" asked the leader.
"The matter is that here is a thief, rifling the pockets of the passengers. He was just feeling in mine."
Schuyler started to run, but was quickly captured.
"What are you about, you scoundrel?" asked his captor.