"Melican hat, plenty long coat."
"Wouldn't that rattle your spurs, pard?" murmured McGlory.
"What did Ben Ali do?" went on Matt, resolved to get at the bottom of the matter, if possible.
"Him makee funny look with eye," replied Ping. "By Klismus! him blame' funny look. One piecee devil shine in eye."
"Hypnotized!" grunted McGlory.
"You can't easily hypnotize a person against his will," averred Matt. "It's not hard to guess that Carl was a good way from being willing to go with Ben Ali."
"What the dickens did Ben Ali want to run off Carl for?" queried McGlory.
"This business gets more and more mysterious, Joe," returned Matt, "the farther we go into it."
"And that yell we heard!"
"That certainly came from Carl. Ben Ali must have driven past the calliope tent while we were talking inside. The fact that Carl gave a yell for help proves that he wasn't wholly hypnotized."