"Don't yew fret none about me," answered Boggs. "I wasn't born yestiddy."
He called the dog, and he, and Matt, and Tige left the barn and crawled into the tonneau of the blue car.
"How far down the road am I to go, pard?" queried McGlory, getting out to turn over the engine.
"Oh, a mile or two," answered Matt.
"Maybe there'll not be anything doing," said Joe, as he climbed back to his seat. "Grattan and Pardo may have become discouraged, and given up the trail. Even if they hung to it, we'll have to wait some time for them."
"They'll come," said Matt. "I never had a day pan out so much excitement as this one has given us. Events have been crowding our way so thick and fast that they're not going to stop until we have a chance at Grattan and Pardo."
"I'm agreeable," expanded McGlory. "Anything from a fight to a foot race goes with me. After the way I starred myself by getting lost in this little bunch of toy mountains, I'm hungry to square myself by doing something worth while."
"You've squared yourself already by getting back the blue car," returned Matt.
"Not so you could notice. Tsan Ti helped me along with that move. The chance jumped up when I wasn't expecting it, and hit me square between the eyes. Anyone could have turned that trick."
McGlory was pushing the blue car back along the road at a lively clip. Matt stood up to look ahead, in the vain hope of getting track of the red jewel.