"Iss he grazy?" gasped Carl, falling weakly against McGlory. "Vat dit I do mit der money oof I took it, hey? Und ven dit I take it, und vere it vas? By shinks," and Carl rubbed a hand over his bandaged head, "I'm doing t'ings vat I don'd know nodding aboudt. Somepody blease tell me vat I peen oop to."
"Don't you get gay," growled Burton. "It won't help your case any."
"Give me the straight o' this," demanded McGlory.
Burton stepped back and waved a hand in the direction of Andy Carter.
"Look at Andy!" he exclaimed. "He's been beaten up and robbed of two bags of money that he was bringing here. The Dutchman lured him in between a couple of canvas wagons, and that's where the job was pulled off."
"Speak to me about this!" murmured the dazed McGlory. "What about it, Matt?" he added.
Matt did not answer, but stepped over to Carl.
"Why did you ask Carter to step in between the wagons, Carl?" the young motorist asked.
"Pecause I vanted to shpeak mit him alone by himseluf," answered Carl. "Vat's der odds aboudt der tifference, anyvay?"
"What did you want to speak with him about?"