"He's not the only one."
"What took place here?" struck in Clancy, seeking to direct the talk into more profitable channels.
A shiver convulsed the form of Katz. Slowly his eyes turned to Clancy, and grew round with astonishment.
"That red-headed motor wizard!" he breathed. "However did you get here?"
"I'm here, and that's enough," said Clancy.
"He came on from Phoenix because I wired him to," put in Hill. "He's helpin' me locate my father."
"It was Clancy's judgment, I'll bet," observed Burton, "that kept you from going to San Diego?"
"Now you are shouting. I was bound to go there, but Chancy held me back and steered me toward Catalina island."
Katz's eyes passed from Clancy to Hill. Slowly the wonder died out of them, and a grim expression crossed his face.
"You're the clever boy, all right, Clancy," said Katz, "but Wynn is too many for you. He's bit it off with Hogan, who owns the steam yacht Sylvia, and they're off for down the coast with all the money. After we cut you out, Burton, Wynn and I had divided. I had seventy-five hundred, all in the long green, in that dinky satchel of mine, when I came to this wikiup to join Wynn and Hogan. Them two were layin' for me. The minute I stepped in at the door they bowled me over. I went down like a log, and when I came to myself I was lyin' on this bed, lashed hand and foot, and with a towel tied so tight over my face that I could hardly breathe.