"And Carl!" added Burton. "He'll take the rig back for me, and the rest of us will start for the house with the green shutters."
"Vat's to pay?" clamored Carl, running toward McGlory and Ping.
Ping's confidence in Carl, like Carl's confidence in Ping, was badly "shook." The Chinese boy backed away.
"Here, Carl," cried Burton. "Jump into the runabout and take it back to the grounds for me. I've got business with McGlory."
"Meppy I don'd got some pitzness mit McGlory, same as you," demurred Carl. "Vere iss Modor Matt?"
"There's no time to palaver, Carl," interposed McGlory. "Take the rig back."
When Matt was away, McGlory was the boss. Carl could not very well disobey such a pointblank order. Much against his will, he climbed into the runabout.
"My word!" cried Twomley. "You seem to have discovered a clue of some sort. Who's the Chinaman?"
"Never mind that, now," returned Barton. "Come with us, Twomley, and we'll tell you as we go along."
"Lead off, Ping," ordered McGlory.