"Howdy, George?" called McGlory. "We've just been asking for you."
"You have—not," retorted Lorry. "You didn't want to see me, and you know it." He turned to a policeman who was standing behind him, and who, up to that moment, had escaped the notice of Matt and the cowboy. "There they are, officer," went on Lorry. "Arrest them."
Matt and McGlory were stunned.
"Arrest us?" queried Matt. "For what?"
"For trying to run away with ten thousand dollars belonging to me," asserted Lorry. "You were to bring it back last night, and you didn't. Arrest them, why don't you, officer? What are you standing there like that for?"
"There are always two sides to a story," said the policeman. "We've heard your side, young man, and now we'll hear the other."
Matt's amazement remained with him, but McGlory's rapidly dispelled.
"A new twist—by George," remarked McGlory dryly. "When you've known him as long as I have, Matt, you'll not be surprised at anything he does. Come back into this hotel with us, officer," the cowboy went on to the policeman, "and we'll tell you all you want to know, and perhaps more. But hang on to that false alarm who was towing you this way. He may try to bolt before we get through."