"Me," said Carl, "I made it habben. Venefer I go afder some fellers I ged him. Yah, so!"
"What's Ping tied up for?"
"To make sure mit meinseluf dot he vould come."
"Where did you find him?"
"In vone oof dose ganvas wagons bedween vich der money vas took. He vas ashleep. I ged me some ropes und vile he shleep, py shiminy, I ged der rope on his hants. Den I porrow der mu-el und der leedle vagon. I see der flying mashine in der air, und I hear der people yell like plazes, aber I don'd haf time for nodding but der shink. You say to pring him, und I dit. Dere he vas. Ven Modor Matt tell Carl Pretzel to do somet'ing, id vas as goot as dit."
Another wail came from Ping, but it was not accompanied by any words that could be understood.
"Take the ropes off him, Carl," ordered Matt. "You should not have tied him like that."
"Den for vy he shleep in der ganvas wagon ven you tell him to drail der Hintoo?"
"Ping will explain about that."
"My velly bad China boy," gurgled the prisoner. "Motol Matt no likee ally mo'. Givee China boy bounce."