"Then there was a cap," muttered McGlory, "and it did have 'Hottentot' on the ribbon, and you sure took out a note, and it's a cinch there was a sailor. Now, if all that's true, then where, in the name of the great hocus-pocus, is the fat Chinaman?"
[CHAPTER V.]
PUTTING TWO AND TWO TOGETHER.
With a sudden thought, Matt stepped to the motor cycle McGlory had used, and gave the front wheel a critical examination.
"What's that for?" asked the cowboy.
"I'm only putting two and two together, Joe," Matt answered, returning to his place at his chum's side.
"I reckon they make five, this inning," said McGlory.
"I believe I've got the hang of it," went on Matt. "You're just getting back to your natural self, Joe. Ever since we awoke in those hammocks, and up to this minute, you've been a trifle 'flighty.'"
"Well," acknowledged McGlory, "I felt as though I'd been browsing on loco weed."