"Und Domlinson don'd vas Domlinson afder all?" inquired Carl.
"The fellow who called himself Tomlinson is Denver Denny, alias James Trymore. Didn't you hear what Hank and I said to each other, a few minutes ago, Carl?"
"I don'd hear nodding but schust some yells made py dot odder feller. Vell, vell! Led's all dry und be jeerful. Der deputy sheriff hat dot news aboudt Tenver Tenny in his bocket all der time, und he heluped der crook across der shdreet, und made him comfordable py der hodel, und dit eferyt'ing he could for him! Ach, Drymore vas a shrewrd sgoundrel, I bed you."
"He's a bold one!" declared Matt.
"Vere iss der real Domlinson alretty? Und how dit Drymore ged der audomopile?"
"That's what we've got to find out, Carl."
"It vas a pig orter."
"But we're going to fill it—and get back the pearls, too."
Carl shook his head.