"Why should he want to do that?"
"No sabe, but there's a lot of things we can't sabe concerning this layout."
"Tsan Ti has money——"
"He showed us all of a hundred in double eagles. But did he let us get our hands on the coin? Not any. He allows, in his large and offhand way, that he has millions of taels—but that may be one of his tales," and McGlory grinned.
"Anyhow," said Matt doggedly, "we ride to Purling to-morrow and see the man at the general store."
Matt fell into a drowse again. No one from the office came to announce the arrival of Tsan Ti, and when the hour arrived for the evening meal the boys had their supper sent to their room. They were not arrayed properly for "dining out."
Following the meal they patched up their garments with safety pins, settled their bill, and walked over to the Mountain House garage. Dusk was falling as they trundled their machines into the road and lighted their lamps.
"We'll have an easier time of it going down the mountain," said Matt, "than we had coming up."
"Don't be so sure, pard," answered McGlory. "There are a number of things to trouble us besides the road."
"Don't cross any trouble bridges until you come to them, Joe," advised Matt.