"Pard!" remonstrated Joe.
"I know what I am doing, Joe," returned Matt.
"De young sahib is wise," put in the smiling Ben Ali, his eyes beginning to gleam and dance in an attempt to get the king of the motor boys under their influence.
"Pah!" murmured Matt disgustedly. "You can hold his arm with one hand, Joe. Place the other hand over his eyes."
"He's a fiend," growled McGlory, as his palm dropped over the upper part of Ben Ali's face.
The Hindoo laughed noiselessly.
"Will you talk with me frankly and answer my questions, Ben Ali," proceeded Matt, "providing we promise to let you go?"
"Yes, sahib."
"Then, first, who are you?"
"De brother of a great rajah in my own land, and de brother of de great rajah's sister. That sister married de Captain Manners, Margaret's father."