"Go and get a cab for us, Ping."
"Allee light. My workee fo' you," and he darted away along the street.
"I thought there was something queer about Lorry," remarked Matt.
"It's queerer than you think. Matt," replied McGlory. "The whole yarn, when you go over it from end to end and crossways, is enough to make a feller's hair stand like the fur on a buffalo robe."
Lorry looked up with a scowl.
"How did you know where I was?" he demanded.
"Didn't you buy a ticket to San Francisco?"
"I bought a ticket to Chicago."
"And from there, George, you bought one for here. Think you could fool the wise boys your father had scramblin' around Chicago lookin' you up? I got a telegram at Tucson asking me to hustle for 'Frisco, and do what I could to locate you. I've been in this burg for a week, and had just about made up my mind you'd taken a boat for somewhere on t'other side of the Pacific. And to think you were riding from Tiburon on the same craft that was carrying me!"
"I saw you on the boat, and I jumped overboard to get away from you."