CHAPTER V.
PUTTING TWO AND TWO TOGETHER.
With a sudden thought, Matt stepped to the motor cycle McGlory hadused, and gave the front wheel a critical examination.
"What's that for?" asked the cowboy.
"I'm only putting two and two together, Joe," Matt answered, returningto his place at his chum's side.
"I reckon they make five, this inning," said McGlory.
"I believe I've got the hang of it," went on Matt. "You're just gettingback to your natural self, Joe. Ever since we awoke in those hammocks,and up to this minute, you've been a trifle 'flighty.'"
"Well," acknowledged McGlory, "I felt as though I'd been browsing onloco weed."
"How do you account for it?"
"I don't. You're doing this sum in arithmetic. What's the answer?"
"Glass balls," said Matt.
"Speak to me about those glass balls! That webfoot threw two of them,and they smashed right in front of us! And--and---- But, say, pard,it's not in reason to think that two things like those balls could layus out."
"Remember how the Eye of Buddha was stolen? The one-eyed sailor andthe Englishman broke one of the glass balls in the temple, and all thepriests were laid out."
"Oh, well, if you're going to take any stock in that fat Chinaman andhis yarn, I reckon you----"
"Now, listen," continued Matt earnestly. "Strange as it may seem, Joe,there _are_ balls like those Tsan Ti was telling us about. We have hadan experience with them, and we _know_. I suppose the glass spheres arefilled with some powerful narcotic fumes which are set free the momentthe balls are broken."
"It's not in reason," protested Joe.
"It's a hard thing to believe that such objects exist, I'll admit,"proceeded Matt, "but we have got to credit the evidence of our senses.While one of the balls was enough to overcome the priests, in thetemple, it was necessary for the sailor to use two against us, therein the open. The air, naturally, would soon dissipate the fumes. Ishouldn't wonder," Matt added reflectively, "but those balls wereinvented by the Chinese. They seem to have a knack for that sort ofthing."
"Queerest knock-out drops I ever heard of."
"When you and I recovered sufficient strength to get up out of theroad," continued Matt, "we hadn't yet recovered full possession of ourwits. You remember, Joe, your front tire was punctured. Well, thatpuncture was neatly mended, and the air pump must have been used toinflate the tire again. You and I must have done that, then rode uphere and taken possession of the hammocks."
The cowboy whistled.
"Able to make repairs, and to navigate, but plumb locoed for all that,eh?" he remarked.
"That's my idea, Joe. When we finally recovered our senses, in thesehammocks, all that had happened seemed to have been a dream."
"Seems so yet, pard. What's become of Tsan Ti? And the other hatchetboy that brought the yellow cord? They don't know anything about Tsanat the hotel, so he must have been overworking his imagination whenhe told us he had been having tea there. And that other yarn aboutseeing the man with the yellow cord and ducking on a borrowed wheelto get away from him! Say, I reckon they'd have known something abouta commotion of that sort if it had happened here." McGlory waggedhis head incredulously. "The fat chink is up to something, Matt," hefinished, "and he's been talking with the double tongue."
"I'll admit," said Matt, "that there are some parts of the problem thatlook rather dubious, but, on the whole, Tsan Ti's story holds togetherpretty well. That story of the ruby was corroborated, in a way, by thesailor. From the fellow's actions, he must have known a good deal aboutthe Eye of Buddha. Why did he throw the glass balls at us? Simply tokeep us from following him. If the sailor hadn't been guilty of sometreacherous work, he wouldn't have done that."
"I'm over my head," muttered McGlory. "But, if the mandarin is sohungry to have us help him, what's the reason he's making himselfabsent? Why isn't he here?"
"Let's give him time to get here. We weren't on that mountainside formore than two hours. It was nine when we left Catskill Landing, andabout half-past ten, I should say, when we met Tsan Ti. It's nearlyone, now."
"Well, what's the next move, pard? Are you going to that Purling placeand ask for Pryne at the general store?"
"Not right away. We'll give Tsan Ti a chance to present himself, first."
"You don't think"--and here McGlory assumed a tragic look--"that Tsanwould go off into the timber and use that yellow cord, do you?"
"He has two weeks before he has to do that."
"_Has_ to do it! Why, he don't have to do it at all, except to bepolite to that squinch-eyed boss of the Flowery Kingdom. Honest, thesechinks are the limit."
Matt got up and pulled his motor cycle away from the tree.
"Let's go into the hotel, and have dinner, Joe," he suggested. "If wedon't hear anything from Tsan Ti by four, this afternoon, we'll returnto Catskill."
"And not do anything about that paper you got out of the sailor's hat?"asked the cowboy.
"If Tsan Ti doesn't think we're worth bothering with, after we've comeall the way from Grand Rapids to lend him a hand, we'll let him do hisown hunting for the ruby."
"Keno, correct, and then some," agreed the cowboy heartily. "I'vethought, all along, there'd be some sort of bobble about this Easterntrip. But let's eat. I've been hungry enough to sit in at chuck-pileany time the last three hours."
The boys left their wheels in charge of a man who looked after themotor cars belonging to guests, and went into the office for the secondtime. The clerk surveyed McGlory with pronounced disfavor while Mattwas registering. The cowboy met the look with an easy grin, and, afterhe and Matt had washed their faces, brushed their hair, and knocked thedust out of their clothes, they went into the big dining room and didfull justice to an excellent meal.
Neither had much to say about Tsan Ti. Matt was half fearing themandarin's business was a good deal of a wild-goose chase, and thatthe ponderous Celestial, for reasons of his own, had absented himselfpermanently.
Following the meal, the boys went out to sit on the veranda. They hadhardly taken their chairs when a big red automobile, with a rumble seatbehind in place of a tonneau, sizzled up to the front of the hotel andcame to a stop.
There was one man in the car. As soon as the dust had settled a little,a black cap with a red button, a long queue, and a yellow blouseemerged with startling distinctness upon the gaze of the two boys.
McGlory sat in his chair as though paralyzed.
"It's Tsan Ti!" he murmured feebly, switching his eyes to Matt.
"Tsan Ti, and no mistake," answered Matt.
"First he rides a bike," said the cowboy, rapidly recovering, "and nowhe blows in on us at the steering wheel of a gasoline cart. He's thehandiest all-around heathen I ever met up with. And look at him! Heacts just as though nothing had happened. Well, let me know about that,will you?"
Tsan Ti turned sidewise in the driver's seat, and swept his gaze overthe front of the hotel. He was less than half a minute getting therange of the motor boys. Lifting a hand, he beckoned for them to come.
"He wants us," said Matt grimly. "We'd better go, and hear what he hasto say for himself."
"That's the talk!" agreed McGlory.
A bland smile crossed the flabby face of the Chinaman as the boys cameclose.
"Embark, distinguished friends," said he.
After all the rough and tumble of the morning, Tsan Ti now appeared inperfect condition. He was entirely at his ease, and as well groomed amandarin as ever left the Chinese Empire.
"Just a minute, Tsan Ti," returned Matt coldly. "There are a few thingswe would like to have explained before we go any farther in thisbusiness of yours."
"All shall be made transparent to you, most excellent youth," was thereply, "only just now embark, so that we may proceed on our way."
"You said you were stopping at the Mountain House," said Matt severely.
"A play upon words, no more. I was staying at the Kaaterskill. Whatsays the great Con
fucius? 'The cautious seldom err.' I was cautious.Time passes swiftly, and----"
"Get out and explain everything to us, Tsan Ti," broke in Matt firmly."If you want us to help you, you've got to take time to set us righton a few important matters. We hadn't talked twenty minutes with youbefore we jumped in to give you a helping hand--and succeeded ingetting ourselves into trouble. As you say, 'the cautious seldom err.'That means us, you know, as well as you."
The mandarin heaved a sigh of disappointment, floundered out of themachine, and accompanied the boys in the direction of the three treesand the swinging hammocks.
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