Matt bent down and removed the rope from Tsan Ti's ankles. The mandarin did not want to get up or make a move, but Matt and Banks lifted him to his feet and succeeded in getting him out of the barn.
As they stood beside the roadster, the mandarin slumping limply in their supporting hands, a cry came from the road.
"Well, by golly! If dar ain't de man whut got ole Gin'ral Jackson back fo' me. Ah's monsus 'bliged tuh yo', boss, Ah is, fer er fac'."
Matt looked around and saw the old darky ambling toward the barn on his mule.
"That's Neb Hogan," spoke up Boggs. "He's got a cabin down beyond about half a mile. Do you know him, Motor Matt?"
Although old Neb Hogan did not look it, yet he was, at that moment, engaged upon one of the most important missions of his life.
[CHAPTER XVI.]
CONCLUSION.
"What can I do for you, Neb?" asked Matt, facing the darky as he pulled his mule to a halt.