"If he did I haven't seen him."
"Why," went on Lorry, "the boat came through nearly as quick as we did!"
"How did Ping know where to send her?" asked McGlory.
"He could have found that out easy enough. They knew at police headquarters that we were coming to Madison."
"And she came by express!"
"Yes, with charges of over two hundred and fifty dollars for transportation."
"Tell me about that!" McGlory nearly fell off his seat. "But that's just like a heathen Chinee. Probably he thought the charges wouldn't be more'n a dollar and a half. And they were over two-fifty! Sufferin' millionaires!"
"It's all well enough to talk," put in Lorry, "but there are lots more comfortable places than a motor boat, with a dead engine, in the middle of the lake."
"That's right, too," agreed McGlory. "Every once in a while little George, the child wonder, gets a bean on the right number. It will be blowing great guns on this stretch of water before morning. I move we hike."
"Where'll we hike?"