"Where are we?" inquired Matt.
A puzzled look crossed the cowboy's face.
"Don't you sabe that?" he returned.
"No."
"Shucks! That's just the question I was going to bat up to you."
"How did we get here?"
"I'm by, again. But, sufferin' brain-twisters, what a dream I've had!" He began laughing softly to himself.
"What sort of a dream was it?" went on Matt.
"Funnier'n a Piute picnic! It was all mixed up with a fat Chinaman, and a yellow cord, and a ruby called the Eye of Buddha, and a one-eyed sailor, and—and a couple of glass balls. Oh, speak to me about that! Say, pard, but it was a corker! The fat chink was doing all sorts of funny stunts, tumbling off a bike, and all over himself."
"There wasn't any dream about it," declared Matt, swinging his feet to the ground with sudden energy.