"You bear no ill will, worthy one, and friend whose memory will always blossom in the gardens of my recollections?" asked Tsan Ti.
"It's all right, Tsan Ti," returned Matt, getting up. "You win, and are off for the Flowery Kingdom with the Eye of Buddha. Grattan loses, and he'll find it out sooner or later. As for Joe and me, we'll call accounts square. Good-by, and good luck to you." He took the mandarin's hand cordially.
"May the five hundred gods of good luck smile continually upon you," said Tsan Ti.
With that, Motor Matt and McGlory left the coach and dropped off the train.
"Back in Catskill!" said the cowboy, "and after being fooled by Bunce, and Grattan, and Tsan Ti!"
"We've fooled Grattan twice where he has fooled us once, Joe," returned Matt.
"Right you are, pard; and there's plenty of chance for Tsan Ti to run into a snag between here and China."
"I'm hoping he makes the trip without any trouble."
"I don't know but I hope the same thing, although I get a trifle hot under the collar every time I think of the way we fretted over a piece of colored glass."
They stood on the platform until the tail lights of the train had vanished from sight up the track.