"Gee stands for grazy, too, vich he iss," said Carl.
"Will you take us to our car?" went on Matt.
"Awri'," answered the Hindu.
"Dot's pedder," said Carl.
Tippoo lowered the deck carefully over the queer mechanism in the box, and motioned Matt and Carl to get into the car. Matt got into the driver's seat, having a mind to run the car himself, and Carl got into the other one. Tippoo stood in front of Carl, getting in after he had "turned over" the engine by means of the crank in front. He watched Matt sharply, evidently wanting to make sure that he knew what he was about.
Matt started along the gully, marveling at the smooth course its bottom offered.
The runabout responded quickly to the slightest turn of the steering-wheel, and every other part of the mechanism worked to perfection.
Tippoo, delighted at the skill with which Matt handled the car, bent over and gave him an approving slap on the shoulder.
"Chimineddy!" laughed Carl, "der prown feller likes you, Matt."
"I guess he likes the way I run the car," said Matt. "It's a little dandy! I never handled a machine that purred along in neater style. I wish I knew more about the get-up in the back part of it."