"Stop, Gregory," said Matt. "Pringle isn't going into town with us."
"Yes, he is!" averred Tomlinson, bristling. "He was one of the four men who held us up. I didn't recognize him at first, but I do now. Don't stop, Gregory."
"Mr. Tomlinson," said Matt, facing about, "I promised Pringle he should have his freedom if he told us what the robbers had done with you. But for the information he gave us, we would never have been able to get you away from that hut. I think he's entitled to something, don't you?"
"Is that the way of it?" asked Tomlinson.
Matt assured him that it was.
"Then," went on Tomlinson, "if you promised him his freedom, Matt, Gregory had better stop."
The car halted and Pringle, highly elated, jumped to the ground.
"Don't forget to leave my stuff where I told you, Pretzel," he called.
"Vell, I von't," answered Carl; "und don'd you forged to leadt some tifferent lives oder you vill findt yourseluf pehindt der pars yet."
"Oh, blazes! Say, I'll be wearing diamonds while you're still doing stunts back of the footlights."