"Well," grinned Packard, "you just watch us."
"Are you going to Lamy?" demanded Mings.
"That's where I'm going!" declared Ferral resolutely.
"Not to-day you won't; and not in this car. We're going to fix Motor Matt for butting into our plans, and we're going to fix you so you won't get to Lamy and back before we're on the road to Denver. You're cute, but you're not so cute as we are. Oh, no! Is he, Packard?"
"We're the boys!" observed Packard.
They were both partly intoxicated. Naturally lawless, the liquor they had taken had made them more so.
"See here," said Ferral, desperately anxious to save the car, "you've got some of my money, Mings, and I could have you jugged for taking it, but if I'll promise not to get an officer and to let you keep the money, will you leave this car alone? It doesn't belong to Motor Matt, and he's responsible for it. I was left here to watch it——"
"Nice watchman!" sputtered Packard; "fine watchman! Eh, Mings?"
"Dandy watchman!" and Mings laughed loudly. "He didn't hear a sound when I sneaked into the tonneau. I tell you what, Packard!" he exclaimed, as a thought ran suddenly through his befogged brain.
"Well, tell it!" urged Packard.