McGlory started the engine and threw on the reverse, backing the blue car until he had it headed the other way.
"Now we're ready for whatever's to come," said Banks.
"And it can't come too quick, either," supplemented Gridly.
Matt, Boggs, and the dog retired to the edge of the marsh and made themselves comfortable among the bushes.
The king of the motor boys was well pleased with the way the encounter with the sheriff had turned out. There had been, for a few moments, the promise of a serious complication, but Banks had proved reasonable and there was nothing more to worry about.
Matt's hope now was that Grattan and Pardo would fall into the trap that was laid for them. If they did, the motor boys' account with the unscrupulous Grattan would be settled for all time. They would always have some regrets on account of the poor old mandarin, but after they had looked carefully over the course of Sam Wing's flight, they would have done everything possible to help Tsan Ti.
"By gum," remarked Boggs, while he and Matt were waiting, "I never knowed yew was Motor Matt!"
"I didn't suppose you'd ever heard of Motor Matt, Mr. Boggs," answered the young motorist.
"I take a Gardenville paper, and that had a lot to say about what yew been doin' down to Catskill. Yew've given things quite a stirrin' up in that town. Is that fat chink the one that come from Chiny to get holt of the idol's eye?"
"He's the one."