"Read it—and be quick. I'll start, as I don't think there'll be any answer to send back. Anyhow, if there should be an answer we'll forward it from Minnewaukon."
The fretting motor had its power thrown into the wheels. As it glided away at steadily increasing speed, McGlory tore the end off the envelope and drew out the inclosed sheet. The next moment he gave a wild yell.
The cowboy was on the seat beside Cameron, and the latter caught his breath and gave him an amazed sidelong look. McGlory's face had gone white under its tan and he had slumped back in his seat.
"What in Sam Hill is the matter, McGlory?" cried Cameron.
The cowboy jerked himself together and leaned toward the lieutenant.
"Overhaul the flyin' machine!" he shouted hoarsely. "You've got to! If we don't get a word with Matt something's sure going to happen to him."
"How's that?" asked the startled Cameron.
Ping, catching the general alarm, leaned over the back of the seat.
"Telle pidgin!" he implored. "What tleleglam say, huh?"
"It's from Mrs. Traquair," replied McGlory.