“Some one going,” replied the cowboy, “and it’s me. You don’t understand this, pard. Don’t think too hard of me until you know everything.”
Thereupon McGlory whirled and took to his heels, racing in the direction of the clubhouse.
Matt was so amazed he could not move or speak. What ailed McGlory? What did he mean?
“Joe!” he shouted, starting up from the bushes.
But the cowboy was already around the turn in the road and lost to Matt’s astounded eyes.
While Matt King stood there, his mind nearly a blank, staring down the road and wondering, a sharp voice came from behind him.
“Quick on it, Kelly! Now’s your chance!”
It was Levitt’s voice. Matt turned, only to be confronted by the burly individual from the club garage. In a flash the man grabbed him and hurled him crashing to his back among the bushes.
“Steady, my lad!” threatened Kelly. “I don’t want ter be any rougher with ye than I have ter, but orders is orders—an’ they say you’re a thief.”