The Dutch boy was terribly set up over his success. Until far into the night he kept Matt up, trying to find out what he should do with his five thousand dollars. Carl was about evenly divided, in his opinions, as to whether he should buy an aëroplane of his own, or a circus. Matt discouraged him on both points.
Next morning the Comet, under its own power, dragged its battered pinions to a big blacksmith shop, and there the motor boys got actively to work on the repairs.
The damage was confined almost entirely to the canvas covering the left wing. None of the supports were injured.
In two days' time the aëroplane was as good as new. At the close of the second day, when Matt and McGlory reached the hotel with their work finished, so far as the Comet was concerned, they found an English gentleman who represented the British embassy.
This gentleman had come, personally, to assume charge of Miss Manners; and, by this very act, the boys understood that the young woman was something of a personage.
The Englishman said nothing about the reward, and Carl began to worry. Finally he broached the subject himself, only to learn that the five thousand dollars must come from India, and that it would be a month, possibly two months, before it could be turned over.
Carl was disgusted. He had expected to have the money all spent before two months had passed.
"Dot's der vay mit der tedectif pitzness," he remarked gloomily. "Even ven you vin you don't get nodding."
"But you're bound to get it, Carl," laughed McGlory, "sooner or later."
"Meppy so mooch lader dot I vill be olt und gray-heated und not know nodding aboudt how to shpend him. How vas I going to lif in der meandime, huh? Tell me dose."