"Py shiminy," fluttered Carl, "I bed you somet'ing for nodding dot Vily Pill don'd vas by der site show yet."
"I reckon you've dropped a bean on the right number," agreed the cowboy. "What's our next jump, your highness?"
The question was put to the Englishman.
"Aw, I say," said the latter, in remonstrance2, "I'm not that, don't you know. I'm not of the peerage. An uncle and three cousins, all distressingly3 healthy, stand between me and an earldom."
"I want to know!" murmured McGlory, in mock surprise. "Why, I didn't think any one this side a lord could wear one of those little window panes4 in the right eye."
"You jest," said Twomley, with a faint smile. "Fancy!"
"Well, anyhow, what are we going to do? Sit here and wait, or hit the trail ourselves and find out what's doing?"
"Hit the trail?" echoed Twomley, lifting his brows. "Deuced odd, that. Why should we hit it, and what shall we hit it with?"
"Vat5 a ignorance!" murmured Carl.
"We'll hit it with our feet, excellency," went on McGlory.
He had a hearty6 contempt for the monocle, and took it out on the wearer.
"I don't know whether I rise to that," returned Twomley, "but if it means to go forth7 and look into the cause of our friends' delay in returning with Wily Bill, then, it's ay, ay, with a will."
"Come on, then, and we'll vamose."
McGlory led the way to the side-show tent, and Twomley and Carl followed him closely.
The crowds had long since entered the big tents, and the performance in the "circus top" was in full blast. With the beginning of the "big show" there was no business left for the annex8, and the ticket seller was withdrawn9 under the lee of a canvas wall, hobnobbing with the man on the door. These two informed McGlory, Twomley, and Carl that Wily Bill had left for town on the street car, and that Motor Matt and Burton had started for the car line in the hope of overhauling10 him. But that had been all of half an hour before.
The three searchers immediately departed for the car-line loop. There they found Burton and a young fellow kicking their heels impatiently and keeping their eyes down the track.
"Where's Matt?" asked McGlory.
"Ask us something easy," replied Burton. "Wily has hiked for town. When we got here the car he was on was too far down the track to stop. This young man"—the showman indicated his companion—"came along on a motor cycle. Matt borrowed the machine with the intention of overtaking the car and bringing Wily back, but neither has shown up yet. Must be something wrong."
"Vell, I bed you!" said Carl anxiously. "On some modor cycles Mile-a-minid Matt alvays geds vere he iss going pefore he shtarts. Somet'ing has gone crossvays alretty, und dot's no tream."
"I'm doing a century to-day," remarked the motor cycle owner, "and this is cutting into my time."
"Don't fret11 about your wheel, neighbor," spoke12 up McGlory. "You'll get it back, all right."
"I'm not fretting13. Motor Matt's welcome to a dozen of the gasoline bikes if I had 'em. But I'd like to be moving on."
Burton looked at his watch.
"Matt's been gone thirty-five minutes," he announced.
"If he was running all the time," observed the lad from the motor-car works, "he could be thirty-five miles from here."
"Perhaps," ventured Twomley, "he has mucked the play, somehow."
"Mucked the play!" exclaimed the exasperated14 McGlory. "That's not his style, your lordship."
"We'll wait twenty-five minutes longer," announced Burton. "If Matt isn't back by then, this young man and I will start along the car track in my runabout and we'll see what we can find."
"Dake me along," clamored Carl. "I vas afraidt somet'ing iss wrong mit Matt."
"If there are any extra passengers in the runabout," said McGlory resolutely15, "I'm the one."
"My word!" muttered Twomley. "I hope everything's all serene16, I do, indeed. I'm a juggins at waiting when there's so much excitement going on."
"Juggins is good," grunted17 McGlory. "You can retire somewhere, Mr. Twomley, and hold onto your nerves while the rest of us hunt up the 'barker.' You'll not shine much till we find Wily Bill, anyhow."
"You're an odd stick," answered Twomley, whose good nature was not a thing to be ruffled18.
He was sharp enough to see that the cowboy had a pique19 at him, and he had sufficient good sense to take it calmly.
"Py shinks," said Carl, after ten more weary minutes had passed, "Matt has hat time to do some centuries himseluf, und I can't guess it oudt for vy he don'd get pack. Oof you don'd dake me in der runaboudt, den20, so helup me, I vill valk. Anydink is pedder to shtand as uncerdainties."
Carl constantly watched the road that paralleled the car track. And so, for the most part, did the Englishman.
"My word, but it is trying!" murmured Twomley. "If we could only see a bit of dust, then we'd know Motor Matt was coming, and my relief would be profound."
"Dust! Ach, himmelblitzen! Vy, Matt vill go so fast on dot machine der dust vill be a mile pehindt und you don'd see dot."
"Here's something," came from McGlory. "Speak to me about it, will you? Where's Ping? Little Slant-eyes is always around when anything is doing, but I haven't seen him since he finished watering the calliope."
Carl knew why Ping wasn't around. Ping was afraid Carl would do something to him to play even for the Roman-candle business. Oh, yes, that was an easy one[Pg 9] for Carl to guess. There was secret satisfaction for the Dutch boy in the reflection. And he gloated over it and kept it to himself.
"Time's up," announced Burton, snapping his watch, "and here's where I go for the runabout. My thoroughbred is hitched21 to the buggy, so be ready to go with me," he added to the owner of the motor cycle.
"I'm not worrying about the wheel, understand," said the lad, "but about the century I'm to turn. I'm making it right in the teeth of this wind."
Inside of five minutes Burton came with the runabout, his Kentucky thoroughbred stamping off the ground at a record pace.
The runabout seat was narrow, and Burton and the lad from the motor-car factory filled it comfortably. But they took McGlory on their knees and whipped away, leaving Twomley and Carl gazing after them disconsolately22.
Hardly were the runabout and its passengers out of sight when a car rounded the loop and deposited its passengers on the platform.
"Led's ged on der car, Misder Dumley," suggested Carl. "Ve vill vatch der road as ve go, und oof ve see somet'ing ve vill trop off. I peen a tedectif feller, und oof dere iss any clues dey von't ged avay from me."
"Go you!" answered Twomley heartily23.
Any sort of action was a relief for his impatience24, and he and Carl scrambled25 aboard the car.
Meanwhile the pedigreed Kentucky cob was pounding off the distance. In the horse's performance the proud showman lost sight of the main business in hand—temporarily.
"See that knee action!" he exulted26. "Did either of you ever see a prettier bit of traveling? We're doing a mile in two-thirty!"
"Bother the horse!" growled27 McGlory. "Keep your eyes on the road for clues."
"Clues! I'll bet money the 'barker' wouldn't get off the car. How could Matt make him? He couldn't, of course. Nothing short of a cop and a warrant could make Wily Bill leave the car if he was set for reaching Grand Rapids. I might have known that, if I had stopped to think. We'll have to keep right on into town—and, then, like as not, we won't find either Matt or Wily. Now——"
"Whoa!" cried McGlory. "You're shy a few, Burton. Here's where we stop."
"What's up?" returned Burton, reining28 in his spirited roadster.
"Look there!"
McGlory pointed29 to the left-hand side of the road. Close to a steep bank, against a clump30 of bushes, stood the motor cycle.
"Jupiter!" exclaimed Burton.
"Great Scott!" cried the owner of the machine.
McGlory tumbled clear of the runabout and started toward the bushes. He had not taken half a dozen steps, however, before he came to a dead stop.
A form fluttered out of the bushes and approached him excitedly.
"Ping!" gasped31 the cowboy. "Speak to me about this! Where'd you come from, Ping? And where's Pard Matt?"
The Chinese boy's feelings apparently32 defied expression. He tried to speak, but his lips moved soundlessly. Hopping33 up and down in his sandals, he waved his arms and pointed—not toward Grand Rapids, but off across a piece of rough woodland.
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