“I show you, Pleter Manton!” exclaimed the Celestial, running from behind the counter, while Larry, who had straightened up, after ducking down, did not know what to make of it at all.
CHAPTER XXXIII
ON THE RIGHT TRACK
“What’s the matter?” asked Larry, thinking he might have stumbled in on a crazy man. “I haven’t done anything to you.”
He did not move, more, perhaps, because it was so sudden, than from any bravery, and when the Chinese stood in front of him, shaking his fist, Larry maintained his ground.
“Your name Pleter Manton?” asked the Chinese, in a high-pitched voice.
“No, my name’s Larry Dexter,” replied our hero. “I want to find Peter Manton.”
“Yo’ sure yo’ no Pleter Manton?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Then me solly,” the Celestial went on. “Me t’ink yo’ him. Yo’ ’scuse me?”
“Of course,” replied Larry, seeing that a mistake had been made.