“Holy pancakes!” broke out Patsy. “I feel as if I were going nutty. I’ll be glad when I get back to the good old United States. This India is too rich for my nerves.”
“Keep quiet, Patsy,” admonished Chick. “I want to get at the rights of this thing. So does the chief. What’s the use of you interrupting all the time?”
“Interrupting?” echoed Patsy. “If I didn’t say something once in a while, I’d blow up.”
“Go on with your story, Adil,” requested Nick Carter. “And, Patsy, please do not ask any more questions. I’ll do the cross-examining, if there has to be any.”
“They brought me to the forest over there, where you saw me, and the medicine man passed his hands before my eyes, so that I had to do what he said, and keep on moving about in the clearing. He had made me take off my clothing, except for what I have on.”
“I see,” nodded Nick. “Go on.”
“The medicine man had something in his hand that he kept on putting to his face. It seemed to talk to him.”
“Bosh!” growled Jefferson Arnold, below his breath.
“You picked it up, did you not?” asked Nick.
“Yes. It is still in my hand.”