McGlory, in amazement, watched from the entrance.
"Carl!" exclaimed Matt. "By all that's good, if it isn't Carl! Great spark plugs, old chap, where did you drop from?"
"Ach, from novere und eferyvere. Vat a habbiness! I peen so dickled mit meinseluf I feel like I vas going to pust! My olt raggie, Matt, vat I ain'd seen alreddy for a t'ousant years!"
Just then there was a rush behind McGlory, and some one nearly knocked him over getting into the tent.
"My workee fo' Motol Matt!" shrilled a high, angry voice. "Dutchy boy no workee!"
Ping was terribly hostile, but McGlory caught and held him.
Carl tore himself loose from Matt and would have rushed at Ping had he not been restrained.
"Looks like they'd both been in the river," remarked McGlory.
"What's the trouble here, boys?" asked Matt.