"And Tsan Ti is in the barn this minute," finished Matt, "roped hand and foot to keep him from taking his own life on account of the lost ruby. If possible, I'd like to go over the course of Wing's flight and look for the Eye of Buddha."
"Might as well look for a nickel in the Pacific Ocean," scowled McGlory.
"It looks like a hopeless case, I'll admit, but I can't leave the poor old mandarin without trying to do something for him."
"You're too easy with the crafty old heathen."
"You'd be sorry for him, too, Joe, if you could see what a plight he's in."
"He was as hard-looking a sight as I ever saw when he fell into Grattan's clutches a few hours ago. If you're bound to go rainbow-chasing after the Eye of Buddha, why, of course I'm in on the deal. We'll have to be about it, I reckon, while we've got daylight to help."
"We can use this car for a part of the work. Wing came along the road from that direction."
Matt pointed as he spoke.
"Why," said McGlory, "I came from that direction myself. I don't reckon it's safe to go back that way."
"Not safe?" echoed Matt. "Why isn't it safe?"