"Good night it is," and the mariner vanished into the hall.
As soon as the door was again closed, Matt turned to find McGlory staring at him as though he thought he was crazy.
"Sufferin' tinhorns!" exclaimed the cowboy. "You can't mean it, pard?"
"Yes, I do," was the answer.
"Why, that old fore-and-after never told the truth in his life! He was using his imagination overtime."
"The chances are that he was, but there's a bare possibility he was telling the truth. We know Tsan Ti is in New York, and we can't feel absolutely sure that the Chinaman hasn't fallen into some trap laid by Grattan. If that's the case, the mandarin may lose his life."
"There's about as much chance of that, pard, as that you and I will get struck by lightning."
"We'll say the chance that Bunce is telling the truth is about one in a hundred. Well, Joe, that hundredth chance is what we can't take. Besides, Grattan is wanted. If he is really in the hills, and we can capture him, that will clear the road for Tsan Ti."
"But what will you do with the Eye of Buddha?"
Matt was in a quandary about that.