"Murg won't, but what does Siwash Charley care? He's already badly wanted, and he's the sort of cold-game gent who does things when he's crossed. Murg will play safe, but Siwash is apt to break away from Murg's plans and saw off with Matt in his own way. What that way is I'm afraid to think about, or——"
The noise of a motor was heard up the road, accompanied by the hollow rumble of a car crossing the bridge over Pipestem Creek.
"Another car coming this way," remarked Cameron, looking in the direction from which the sound came.
Buildings intervened between the front of the hotel and the bridge, effectually shutting off the view.
A moment after Cameron had spoken, however, a big car came around a turn in the road and headed for the hotel.
The car carried two passengers—a man and a woman. The moment the car hove in sight, the proprietor of the hotel came out and leaned against the wall of the building near the door.
"I don't know what's to be done now," muttered the proprietor. "There's only room in that shed o' mine for one automobile, an' your machine is there. What'll Mr. Murgatroyd do with his car?"
"Murgatroyd!" exploded Cameron, jumping to his feet.
"Murgatroyd!" cried McGlory.
"Woosh!" chattered Ping. "We no ketchee Matt, mebbyso we ketchee Murg, huh?"