"That man came, Motor Matt," said he, "and I gave him the box."
McGlory fell back as though some one had struck him.
"What man? What box?" he roused up to inquire wildly.
The clerk caught the alarm in the cowboy's voice and manner.
"Why, don't you know?" he cried, appealing to Matt. "It was the small box you left with me early this morning."
"And—and you gave it up?" gasped McGlory huskily.
"What else could I do?" protested the clerk. "I had the written order from Motor Matt. The man brought it."
McGlory was too dazed to answer. His jaw fell, and he stared at the king of the motor boys.
"Let me see the order," said Matt.
The clerk pulled a letter from his pocket.