"Anyhow," said Matt, "he must have been the owner of the car. I shouldn't wonder if some one had robbed him."
"Den der roppers didn't know deir pitzness, Matt," returned Carl. "See dot pig, goldt chain in his vest! Und look at here vonce." Carl bent over and pulled a fine gold watch from the vest pocket. "Vat vas der roppers t'inking aboudt ven dey held der feller oop und didn't take dis? Und den, again, dere iss der car. Vy didn't dey shdeal dot, hey? No, I bed you, it vasn't roppers. It vas somet'ing else vat gif dot poor feller a crack on der headt."
"Some one may have tried to rob him, Carl," said Matt. "The car is a fast one, and it's easy to guess that he got away."
"Vell, meppy. My prain vas all in kinks und I don'd know noddings aboudt it."
"The quickest way to find out what happened is to get the man to Ash Fork and into a doctor's hands. We ought to do that, anyway, and the quicker we do it the better. Let's take him and put him in the tonneau."
"Dot's der talk!"
Matt stepped to the man's head and started to lift him by the shoulders. As the limp form was slowly raised something dropped out of hip pocket.
"Py chimineddy!" exploded Carl. "Vait a leedle, Matt. See vat iss dis."
Matt waited while Carl stooped and picked up an object that glittered in the sunlight.
"A revolver!" exclaimed Matt