"I'm Ready's whole family, when it comes to that," yawned McGlory. "Talk about your strenuous days! I think this has been a harder one than that other day we put in at Lafayette, Indiana. What do you say, Matt?"
"We seem to have worked harder than we did then, and to have less to show for it," said Matt.
"Less to show for it!" repeated Burton. "I don't know what you mean by that, son. It isn't every day you save your flying machine from a mad elephant and wrestle with a cobra on the Comet, in midair!"
"And it's not every day the Big Consolidated is held up, thieves captured, and dinero recovered, all before we leave town," supplemented McGlory.
"It was exciting enough," said Matt, "but it all seems so useless."
"The hand of Ben Ali was behind it all," remarked Burton, pulling off his shoes. "That villain ought to be run down and put behind the bars for ninety-nine years. You'll not be safe a minute, Matt, until he's locked up."
"I guess," ventured the king of the motor boys, "that Ben Ali, after this lesson, will keep away from me."
"I wish I could think so," said Burton.
"What'll you do with Dhondaram?" inquired McGlory. "You can't send him to jail in any other town for an offense he committed in Jackson."
"Sending him to jail is the last thing I'm thinking of," was Burton's response. "What I want is to induce him to talk. He may give us a line on Ben Ali that will enable Matt to keep away from the wily old villain."