"And Ping! Say, the Chink will be crazy."
"I can't help that, Joe. He's entitled to the money. I wonder if you fellows realize that we've never yet paid Ping for the Sprite? Here's where he gets what's coming to him. He's full of grit, that Ping. You ought to have seen how he helped me at the burning boathouse."
"What are you going to do with Ping, Matt?" queried Lorry.
"I haven't given that a thought," said Matt, a little blankly.
"Well," suggested McGlory, "you'd better hurry up and think it over. He's walking around the servants' quarters lording it like a mandarin. He says he's working for Motor Matt, and that you're the High Mucky-muck of everything between Waunakee and the Forbidden City. Better find something for him to do."
"We'll talk that over later," said Matt. "What about Ollie Merton?"
"You can hear all sorts of things, Matt," answered Lorry. "They say he had a violent scene with his father, that he has squandered fifteen thousand dollars while his parents were in Europe, and that he is to be sent to a military school where there are men who will know how to handle him."
There was a silence between the boys for a moment, broken, at last, by Matt.
"That's pretty tough!"
"Tough?" echoed McGlory. "If Merton had what's coming to him he'd be in the reform school. Don't waste any sympathy on him."