It was Matt, there was no doubt about it. Thoughts of the way events had shaped themselves to befool the thieves rushed over the cowboy again, and once more he dropped against the side of the cabin. He exploded a laugh that brought Matt into the room at a double quick, and held him, just inside the door, staring as though at a ghost.
"McGlory!" muttered Matt, rubbing his eyes.
"Keno, correct—and more, much more. It's McGlory, Matt, and McGlory's got the dinero. Come to me, put your little hand in mine for a good shake, and let's felicitate. This will be happy news for Cousin George!"
[CHAPTER XIII.]
WAITING AND WORRYING.
"In the name of all that's good, Joe," cried Matt, as he and the cowboy shook hands, "where did you come from?"
"From the Sprite, pard," grinned McGlory. "But that was some sort of a while ago. I've been on the house boat for quite a spell."
"Where did you get that satchel?"
"It's got the bundle of money in it, Matt—Uncle Dan's money sabe?"