MATT SHIFTS HIS PLANS.
Matt, McGlory, and Ping had their supper together. Following supper, Ping went back to the other hotel where he had been staying, for the purpose of getting his luggage. The luggage was not extensive, being completely wrapped in a yellow silk handkerchief, knotted at the corners. There was a pair of grass sandals in the handkerchief bundle, and the Chinaman stood in need of new footgear.
When Ping had gone, Matt and McGlory sat out in front of the hotel, waiting for early bedtime to roll around. While they sat there, a stoop-shouldered, wizened figure shambled along the walk.
"Prebbles!" exclaimed Matt.
"Not so loud," croaked Prebbles. "Come along—drop in behind—don't let anybody notice."
Matt was surprised.
"Who's that?" queried McGlory.
"A clerk in Murgatroyd's office," whispered Matt, getting up.
"Look out for him, then, for he may be——"
"He's all right," cut in Matt. "Come along, Joe. Prebbles has something on his mind."