Mr. Manley had bound Reltsur’s arm up and quartered him with his companions, with Sing Lung as guard. As Roy, in bed, thought about this man a puzzled look came over his face.
“Say, Teddy,” he remarked, sitting up and gazing out the window at Bug Eye and his precious flivver, “that’s a funny name for any one to have.”
“What?” Teddy opened his eyes stupidly. “You talkin’ to me?”
“I say Reltsur is a mighty queer name.”
“Yea?”
Silence, unbroken save for the slow breathing of the boys. Then,
“I got it!” Teddy yelled suddenly.
“You got what?”
“I know what Reltsur means! Jimminy, I just thought of it! Came to me like a flash. I was always quick like that. Fast on my feet, too. I remember one time—”
“Well, for the love of Pete, spill it! What does Reltsur mean?”