Without lingering for further talk, Dhondaram faced about and glided away.
The conversation between the showman and the Hindoo had awakened Matt. The young motorist sat up blinking and looked at Burton. He knew how the proprietor of the Big Consolidated always met the ticket man in the calliope tent, about that time in the afternoon, and checked up and received the proceeds for deposit in the local bank.
"Much of a crowd, Burton?" called Matt.
"Oh, ho!" he exclaimed. "You've been taking a snooze, eh?"
"A short one. Trying to make up for a little sleep I lost last night. What time is it, Burton?"
"About half-past two. Say," and it was evident from Burton's manner that the thought flashing through his brain had come to him suddenly, "I want to talk with you a little about that Dutch pard of yours."
"Go ahead," said Matt, leaning back against one of the calliope wheels; "what about Carl?"
"Is he square?" continued Burton.
"Square?" repeated Matt. "Why, he's as honest a chap as you'll find anywhere. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be training with McGlory and me. You ought to know that, Burton."
"You ain't infallible, I guess. Eh, Matt? You're liable to make mistakes, now and then, just like anybody else."