"But what for?" cried the Professor.
"Charlie not know."
"Have they got Stacy in jail now?" begged Walter.
"Man take um away."
"How did you get this letter, then?"
"Man bring um to me. Say take to you. Fat boy, him scared."
"I should think he had reason to be," muttered Tad. "What do you think, Professor?"
"I can't think. My head is in a whirl."
"What had Master Stacy been doing, Charlie?" demanded Tad, again turning to the guide.
"Me not know. Me get stuff. Me bring um here. While me get stuff, fat boy go hotel. Me not see um again. Me hurry, ride fast, make pony all soap like wash tub."