Burton's feelings underwent a change on the instant.
"Oh, well, if you put it that way," he said, "I'm willing to let the Dutchman off. I only want to do the right thing, anyhow."
"You vas a skinner," averred Carl contemptuously. "I knowed dot from der fairst time vat ve met."
"Sing small, that's your cue," retorted Burton. "Remember," and he whirled on Motor Matt, "if you don't prove the Dutchman's innocence, you're to work for me for four weeks without pay. I'm willing to let it rest in that way."
With that Burton took himself off. His show was doing well and he was not pressed for funds. As for the rest of it, he had shifted everything connected with the robbery to the shoulders of Motor Matt.
McGlory was a bit dubious. He had not known Carl as long as Matt had, and had not the same amount of confidence in him.
"Matt," remarked the Dutch boy with feeling, "you vas der pest friendt vat I efer hat, und you bed my life you don'd vas making some misdakes ven you pelieve dot I ditn't shdeal der money. I don'd know nodding aboudt der pag, nor how it got in my bocket. Dot's der trut'."
"I know that without your telling me, pard," said Matt. "The thing for us to do now is to find out who the real thieves are."
"There must have been only one," said McGlory.
"There must have been two, Joe."