"He can manage that big elephant as easily as I can manage a tame poodle, and he wasn't two minutes with the brute before he had him as meek as Moses. What I can't understand is how Rajah ever broke away and went on the rampage like he did."
"There are others on this ground who deserve your suspicions a whole lot more than my Dutch pard," observed Matt.
"You mean that I'd better be watching Dhondaram?"
"Not at all," was the reply. Matt was already having the Hindoo watched, so it was hardly necessary for Burton to attend to the matter. "The Hindoo's actions are queer."
"Hindoos are a queer lot, anyhow. But they're good elephant trainers, and that's the point that gets me, just now."
"Where did Dhondaram say he——"
Motor Matt got no further with his question. Just at that moment a man reeled through the entrance. His hat was gone, his coat was torn, and there was a bleeding cut on the side of his face. With a gasp, he tumbled to his knees in front of Burton.
"Great Jupiter!" exclaimed Burton, leaping to his feet. "Andy! What's happened to you?"
"Robbed!" breathed the ticket man, swaying and holding both hands to his throat; "knocked down and robbed of two bags of money that I was bringing here. I—I——"
By then the startled Matt was also on his feet.