"Schust a minid, oof you blease," came the voice of Matt's Dutch pard from the aisle of the car.
Matt, McGlory, and Burton turned around and saw not only Carl, but Ping as well.
"What is it, Carl?" asked Matt.
"I vant to know somet'ing," Carl went on, "und dot iss, was I innocend or guildy? Vat you say, Misder Purton?"
"Oh, splash!" exclaimed Burton, "that was settled a long time ago. Andy Carter, the ticket man, admitted that he and the Hindoo were the thieves."
"Den Modor Matt don'd haf to vork four veeks for nodding, schust for me?"
"Of course not."
"Dot's all I vanted to know, oxcept somet'ing else."
"Well, what?"
"Der Hintoo brisoner iss in der blace vere Ping shleeps. Ping vants to go to ped, und I am to haf der ubber bert'. Vat iss to be dit mit der Hintoo?"