"There were six of you—five with the constable. Where are the other four?"
"The constable miscalled the number," laughed McGlory, "so his talk would have a bigger effect. There were only four of us all told. You see, we left the driver of the car in Purling to look after Bunce when he showed up there. And he was here, all the time! Sufferin' surprises! Say, I was sure stumped when I heard the Hottentot was in that cabin."
"There were three besides you," went on Matt, persisting in his attempt to get the matter of numbers straight in his mind, "and the constable has gone to Purling. Where are the other two?"
"Here they come," and McGlory pointed to a couple of Chinamen, who at that moment emerged from the hut.
Matt stared and rubbed his eyes.
"Am I still under the influence of those glass balls?" he muttered, "or is that really Tsan Ti coming this way?"
"It's the mandarin, fast enough," chuckled McGlory, "and the chink that's with him is Sam Wing."
Observing that Matt had recovered his senses, Tsan Ti hastened forward.