It was evening before McGlory received a telegram from his Uncle Dan. The message was a long one, and entirely satisfactory to the authorities, even if not so pleasing to Lorry.
The message ran as follows:
"Thank you for what you have done. My desire is to have you take charge of money and to bring George back home. This Motor Matt, who has already been of so much aid, might be willing to come with you and help still further. Use as much of the money as needed for your expenses. Prefer to have George brought home by you than to send officers for him. Bring him whether he wants to come or not. We will take care of him when he gets here."
"I'll not go," declared Lorry, when the telegram was read to him.
"I guess you will, old chap," said McGlory. "There'll be two of us, and if we have to, you know, we can carry you to the train."
If Lorry's looks reflected his feelings, his frame of mind was anything but enviable. As a precaution, he was to be left at police headquarters until train time.
"You're going along, eh, pard?" asked McGlory, as soon as he had got Matt where he could talk to him privately.
"It's a sudden turn for me," answered Matt. "Yesterday, at this time, I hadn't any more idea of going to Wisconsin than I had of going to China."
"What difference does it make to you where you are, Matt, so long as you're making a little good money?"
"Money isn't everything, Joe."