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Matthews - -Release Date: October 28, 2016 [EBook #53390] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MOTOR MATT'S MANDARIN *** - - - - -Produced by David Edwards, Demian Katz and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (Images -courtesy of the Digital Library@Villanova University -(http://digital.library.villanova.edu/)) - - - - - - - - - - MOTOR STORIES - - THRILLING - ADVENTURE - - MOTOR - FICTION - - NO. 30 - - SEPT. 18, 1909 - - FIVE - CENTS - - MOTOR MATT'S - MANDARIN - - OR TURNING A TRICK - FOR TSAN TI - - _By THE AUTHOR OF - MOTOR MATT_ - - _STREET & SMITH_ - _PUBLISHERS_ - _NEW YORK_ - -[Illustration: _Certainly it was not a time to laugh but Motor Matt -could hardly help it_] - - - - -MOTOR STORIES - -THRILLING ADVENTURE MOTOR FICTION - -_Issued Weekly. By subscription $2.50 per year. Copyright, 1909, by_ -STREET & SMITH, _79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York, N. Y._ - - =No. 30.= NEW YORK, September 18, 1909. =Price Five Cents.= - - - - -MOTOR MATT'S MANDARIN; - -OR, - -TURNING A TRICK FOR TSAN TI. - - - By the author of "MOTOR MATT." - - - - -CONTENTS - - - CHAPTER I. ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE. - CHAPTER II. THE YELLOW CORD. - CHAPTER III. THE GLASS BALLS. - CHAPTER IV. THE PAPER CLUE. - CHAPTER V. PUTTING TWO AND TWO TOGETHER. - CHAPTER VI. A SMASH. - CHAPTER VII. NIP AND TUCK. - CHAPTER VIII. TSAN TI VANISHES AGAIN. - CHAPTER IX. TRICKED ONCE MORE. - CHAPTER X. THE DIAMOND MERCHANT. - CHAPTER XI. THE OLD SUGAR CAMP. - CHAPTER XII. A TIGHT CORNER. - CHAPTER XIII. A MASTER ROGUE. - CHAPTER XIV. THE GLASS SPHERES. - CHAPTER XV. THE EYE OF BUDDHA. - CHAPTER XVI. THE BROKEN HOODOO. - A REAL PIRATE. - SOME QUEER PHILIPPINE CUSTOMS. - HIGH LEAPS BY DEER. - - - - -CHARACTERS THAT APPEAR IN THIS STORY. - - =Matt King=, otherwise Motor Matt. - - =Joe McGlory=, a young cowboy who proves himself a lad of worth and - character, and whose eccentricities are all on the humorous side. A - good chum to tie to--a point Motor Matt is quick to perceive. - - =Tsan Ti=, Mandarin of the Red Button, who appeals to Motor Matt for - help in a very peculiar undertaking. - - =Sam Wing=, a San Francisco Chinaman, member of a _tong_ that is - amiably disposed toward Tsan Ti. - - =Kien Lung=, courier of the Chinese Regent, who respectfully delivers - the yellow cord to Tsan Ti. - - =Grattan=, a masterful rogue who consummates one of the cleverest - robberies in the annals of crime. - - =Bunce=, a sailor who assists Grattan and makes considerable trouble - for the motor boys and the mandarin. - - =Goldstein=, a diamond broker with a penchant for dealing in stolen - goods. - - =Pryne=, a brother-in-law of Grattan, who plays a short but important - part in the events of the story. - - - - -CHAPTER I. - -ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE. - - -"Sufferin' treadmills! Say, pard, here's where I drop down in the shade -and catch my breath. How much farther have we got to go?" - -"Not more than a mile, Joe." - -"We must have gone a couple of hundred miles already." - -"We've traveled about six miles, all told." - -"Speak to me about that! A mile up and down is a heap longer than a -mile on the straightaway. We've been hanging to this sidehill like a -couple of flies to a wall. What do you say to a rest?" - -"I'm willing, Joe; and here's a good place. Look out for that tree -root. It's a bad one, and runs straight across the road." - -Motor Matt and his cowboy pard, Joe McGlory, were pop-popping their way -up a steep mountainside on a couple of motor cycles. They were bound -for the Mountain House, a hotel on the very crest of the uplift. - -A day boat had brought them down the Hudson River from Albany, and -they had disembarked at Catskill Landing, hired the two machines, and -started for the big hotel. - -The motor cycles were making hard work of the climb--such hard work, -in fact, that the boys, time and time again, had been compelled to get -out of their saddles and lead the heavy wheels up a particularly steep -place in the trail. This was trying labor, and McGlory's enthusiasm -over the adventure had been on the wane for some time. - -The big root of a tree, lying across the road like a half-buried -railroad tie, was safely dodged, and under the shade of the tree to -which the root belonged Matt and McGlory threw themselves down. - -The cowboy mopped his dripping face with a handkerchief, pulled off his -hat, and began fanning himself with it. - -"One of these two-wheeled buzz carts is all right," he remarked, "where -the motor does the work for you; but I'll be gad-hooked if there's any -fun doin' the work for the motor. And what's it all about? You don't -know, and I don't. We made this jump from the middle West to the effete -East on the strength of a few lines of 'con' talk. I wish people would -leave you alone when they get into trouble. Every stranger knows, -though, that all he's got to do is to send you a hurry-up call whenever -anything goes crosswise, and that you'll break your neck to boil out on -his part of the map and share his hard luck." - -McGlory finished with a grunt of disgust. - -"I've got a hunch, Joe," answered Matt, "that there's a whole lot to -that letter." - -"A whole lot of fake and false alarm. Read it again, if you've got -breath enough." - -"I've read it to you a dozen times already," protested Matt. - -"Then make it thirteen times, pard. The more you read it, the more I -realize what easy marks we are for paying any attention to it. It's -fine discipline, pard, to keep thinking where you've made a fool of -yourself." - -Matt laughed as he drew an envelope out of his coat pocket. The -envelope was addressed, in a queer hand, to "His Excellency, Motor -Matt, Engaged in aëroplane performances with Burton's Big Consolidated -Shows, Grand Rapids, Michigan." Drawing out the enclosed sheet, Matt -unfolded it. There was a humorous gleam in his gray eyes as he read -aloud the following: - - "HONORABLE AND MOST EXCELLENT SIR: It is necessary that I have of - your wonderful aid in matters exceedingly great and important. I, a - mandarin of the red button, with some store of English knowledge, - and much trouble, appeal to king of motor boys with overwhelming - desire that he come to me at Mountain House, near town named Catskill - Landing, in State of New York. Noble and affluent sir, will it be - insult should I offer one thousand dollars and expenses if I get my - wish for your most remarkable help? Not so, for I promise with much - goodness of heart. Let it be immediately that you come, and sooner if - convenient. May your days be fragrant as the blossoms of paradise, - your joys like the countless stars, and your years many and many. - - "'TSAN TI, OF THE RED BUTTON.'" - -"Sounds like a skin game," grumbled McGlory, as Matt returned the -letter to its envelope, and the latter to his pocket. - -"It's the first time a stranger in trouble ever sent me a letter like -that," remarked Matt. - -"Regular josh. Button, button, who's got the button? Not us, pard, -and we're _It_. There'll be no mandarin at the end of this blooming -trail we're running out. You take it from me. Now----" McGlory broke -off suddenly, his eyes fastened on the pitch of the road above. "Great -hocus-pocus!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "See what's coming!" - -Matt, turning his eyes in the direction of his pard's pointing finger, -was likewise brought up standing by the spectacle that met his gaze. - -A bicycle was coasting down the steep path, coming with the speed of -a limited express train; and some fifty feet behind this bicycle came -another, moving at a rate equally swift. - -In the saddle of the leading machine was a fat Chinaman--a Chinaman -of consequence, to judge by his looks. He wore a black cap, yellow -blouse and trousers and embroidered sandals. His thin, baggy garments -fluttered and snapped about him as he shot down the road, and his -pigtail, fully a yard long, and bound at the end with a ribbon, stood -out straight behind him. - -The Celestial behind was leaner and dressed in garments more subdued. -It was exceedingly plain to the two boys that his heart was in his -work, and that the end and aim of his labors was the overhauling of the -man ahead. - -"Wow!" wheezed the fat fugitive. "Wow! wow! wow!" - -For about two seconds this stirring situation was before the eyes of -Matt and McGlory. Then the tree root insinuated itself into proceedings. - -The fugitive saw the root heaving across his path with a promise of -disaster, but going around it was out of the question, and stopping the -speeding wheel an impossibility. - -The inevitable happened. Matt and McGlory saw the bicycle bound into -the air and turn a half somersault. The fat Chinaman landed on his back -with the wheel on top of him; then machine and Chinaman rolled over and -over until the impetus of the flight was spent. - -The two boys ran to the unfortunate bicyclist, gathered him up, and -separated him from the broken wheel. The Celestial refused to be lifted -to his feet, but contented himself with sitting up. - -"My cap, excellent friend," he requested, pointing to where the cap was -lying. - -"Gee, but that was a jolt!" commiserated McGlory. "How do you feel -about now?" - -"Kindest regards for your inquiry," said the Chinaman, extracting a -small stone from the collar of his blouse, and then emptying a pint of -dust from one of his flowing sleeves. "I am variously shaken, thank -you, but the terrible part is yet to come. Kindly recede until it is -over, and add further to my obligations." - -Matt had picked up the black cap. As he handed it to the Chinaman, he -observed that there was a red button in the centre of the flat top. - -He was astonished at the Chinaman's manner, no less than at his use of -English. His clothes were all awry, and soiled with dust, but he seemed -to mind that as little as he did his bruises. - -Putting the cap on his head, he took a fan from somewhere about his -person, waved the boys aside with it, then opened it with a "snap," and -proceeded methodically to fan himself. His eyes were turned up the road. - -Matt and McGlory exchanged wondering glances as they stepped apart. - -The other Chinaman, having a greater space in which to manoeuvre, had -managed to avoid the tree root. By means of the brake he had caused his -machine to slow down, and had then leaped off. After carefully leaning -the bicycle against a tree, he approached his fat countryman in a most -deferential manner. The latter nodded gravely from his seat on the -ground. - -The pursuer thereupon flung himself to his knees, and beat his forehead -three times in the dust. - -After that, the fat Chinaman said something. Presumably it was in his -native tongue, for it sounded like heathen gibberish, and the boys -could make nothing out of it. - -But the lean Chinaman seemed to understand. Lifting himself and sitting -back on his heels, he pushed a hand into the breast of his coat, and -brought out a little black box about the size of a cigarette case. -This, with every sign of respect and veneration, he offered to the -other Celestial. - -The fat man took the box, waved his fan, and eased himself of a few -more remarks. The lean fellow once more kotowed, then arose silently, -regained his wheel, and vanished from sight down the road. The fat -Mongolian was left balancing the black box in his hand and eying it -with pensive interest. - -"Well, speak to me about this!" breathed McGlory. "What do you make out -of it, Matt?" - -"Not a thing," whispered Matt. "That fellow has a red button in his -cap." - -McGlory showed traces of excitement. - -"Glory, and all hands round!" he gasped. "Have you any notion that the -chink we're looking for has lammed into us in this violent fashion, -right here on the mountainside?" - -"Give it up. Watch; see what he's up to." - -The fat Chinaman, laying aside his fan, took the box in his left palm, -and, with the fingers of his right hand, pressed a spring. - -The lid flew open. On top of something in the box lay a white card -covered with Chinese hieroglyphics. The Chinaman lifted the card and -read the written words. His yellow face turned to the color of old -cheese, his eyes closed spasmodically, and his breath came quick and -raspingly. McGlory grabbed Matt's arm. - -"There's something on that card, Matt," said he, "that's got our fat -friend on the run." - -While the boys continued to look, the Chinaman laid aside the card, and -drew from the box a pliable yellow cord, a yard in length. - -That was all there was in the box, just the card and the cord. - -Feeling that there was a deep mystery here, and a mystery in which he -and his chum were concerned, the king of the motor boys stepped forward. - -"Tsan Ti?" he queried. - -Box and cord fell from the fat Chinaman's hands, and he turned an -eagerly inquiring look in Matt's direction. - - - - -CHAPTER II. - -THE YELLOW CORD. - - -"Excellent youth," said the Chinaman, "you pronounce my name. How is -this?" - -"I'm Motor Matt," answered the king of the motor boys, "and this is my -chum, Joe McGlory. You asked us to come, and here we are. There's your -letter to me." - -Matt opened the written sheet and held it in front of Tsan Ti's face. -The Celestial's face underwent a change. A flicker of hope ran through -the fear and consternation. - -"_Omito fuh!_" he muttered, rising slowly to his feet. "The five -hundred gods have covered me with much disgrace, this last hour, but -now they bring me a gleam of hope from the clouds of despair. By the -plumes of the sacred peacock, I bow before you with much gratefulness." - -He bowed--or tried to. His ponderous stomach interfered with the -manoeuvre, and he caught a crick in his back--the direct result, -probably, of his recent spill. - -"You are here to be of aid to the unfortunate mandarin, are you not, -illustrious sirs?" went on Tsan Ti, leaning against a tree, and -rubbing his right sandal up and down his left shin. Quite likely the -left shin was barked, and the right sandal was affording it consolation. - -"First aid to the injured, Tsan," grinned McGlory, getting a good deal -of fun out of this novel encounter. - -The cowboy had met many Chinamen, but never before one of this sort. -The experience was mildly exciting. - -"Wit," chanted Tsan Ti, "is the weapon of the wise, the idol of the -fool; a runaway knock at laughter's door; arrows from the quiver of -genius; intellectual lightning from the thunder clouds of talent; the -lever of----" - -"Sufferin' cats!" exploded McGlory. "What is he talking about? In that -letter, Tsan, you speak about insulting us with a thousand plunks and -expenses. Was that a rhinecaboo or the real thing?" - -Without changing his countenance by so much as a line, Tsan Ti lifted -the bottom of his blouse, and unbuttoned the pocket of a leather belt -around his huge girth. From the pocket he took five gold double eagles -in good American money. - -"Have I the understanding," he asked, "that you will be of help to my -distress?" - -"Tell us, first," answered Matt, a little bewildered by the mandarin's -queer talk and actions, "what it is you want." - -"What I want, notable friend, is the Eye of Buddha, the great -ruby which was stolen from the forehead of the idol in temple of -Hai-chwang-sze, in the city named Canton. I, even I, now the most -miserable of creatures, was guardian of the temple when this theft -occurred. I fled to find the thief, and Kien Lung, by order of the Son -of the Morning, our imperial regent, fled after me with that invitation -to death, the yellow cord." - -Tsan Ti pointed to the ground where the cord was lying. His flabby -cheeks grew hueless, and he caught his breath. - -"An invitation to death?" repeated Matt, staring at the yellow cord. - -"It is so, gracious youth," explained Tsan Ti. "When our regent wishes -one of his officials to efface himself, he sends the yellow cord. It is -the death warrant. The card tells me that I have two weeks before it is -necessary that I should strangle myself. This happy dispatch must be -performed unless, through you, I can recover the Eye of Buddha. So runs -the scroll." - -"Speak to me about this!" muttered McGlory. "But look here, old man, -you don't have to strangle yourself because some High Mucky Muck, a few -thousand miles off, sends you the thing to do it with, do you?" - -"Unless it is done," was the calm response, "I shall be disgraced for -all time, and my memory reviled." - -"Oh, blazes! I'd rather be a live Chinaman in disgrace, than a dead one -with a monument a mile high." - -"You converse without knowledge," said Tsan Ti. - -"That's horse sense, anyhow." - -"Let's get at the nub of this thing, Tsan Ti," said Matt, feeling a -deep interest in the strange Chinaman in spite of himself. "You were -in charge of a Canton temple in which was an image of Buddha. That -image had a ruby set in the forehead. The ruby was stolen. You ran -away from China to find the thief, and this Kien Lung, as you call -him, trailed after you with the yellow cord from the regent. The cord -was accompanied by a written order to the effect that, if you did -not succeed in recovering the ruby in two weeks, you must strangle -yourself. Before the cord was delivered to you, you sent that letter to -me." - -"What you say is true," answered Tsan Ti. "I have been for a long -period endeavoring to keep away from Kien Lung. I knew what he had -to give me, and I did not want it. Now that I have the cord, you can -understand, out of courtesy I must slay myself--unless, through you, I -regain the Eye of Buddha." - -"How did you come to pick _me_ out for an assistant?" went on Matt. -"What you ought to have is a detective. This part of the country is -full of detectives." - -"I cannot trust the detectives. The ruby is valuable, and I am a -discredited mandarin in a far country. The detectives would keep the -ruby, and then there would be for me only death by the cord. I read in -the public prints generous and never-to-be-forgotten things about Motor -Matt, and my heart assures me that you are the one, and the only one, -to come to my aid." - -"You tune up like a professor," remarked McGlory. "Where'd you corral -so much good pidgin, Tsan?" - -"I was educated in one of your institutions of learning," was the -reply. "But, illustrious sirs, shall we return to the hotel on the -mountain top? I have this go-devil machine to pay for. It did not -belong to me. A dozen of the machines were near the porch of the hotel, -where I was drinking tea. I saw Kien Lung coming toward me along the -porch, and I left my tea and sprang to one of the machines. I learned -to ride while I was educating myself in this country. Kien Lung was -also able to ride, but that I did not know until I saw him later. Shall -we go on to the hotel? I am bruised and in much distress." - -"We might just as well find out all you can tell us about the Eye of -Buddha before we go to the hotel," returned Matt. "We are by ourselves, -here, and I'd like to get all the information possible." - -Tsan Ti picked up the card and the yellow cord. Thoughtfully he twisted -the cord around and around his fat palm and tucked it into the black -box. On the cord he placed the card, and over all closed the box lid. -With a rumbling sigh, he dropped the black box into the breast of his -blouse. - -"Foreign devils," said he, once more bracing himself against the tree -trunk, "call the temple of Hai-chwang-sze the Honam Joss House. It is -by the beautiful river, in the suburb named Honam. Around the temple -there is a wall. The avenue of a thousand delights leads from the great -gate to the temple courts, and noble banyan trees shade the avenue. At -vespers, some weeks ago, two foreign devils were present. The hour was -five in the afternoon. One of the foreign devils was English, and wore -a tourist hat with a pugree; the other had but a single eye. Lob Loo, a -priest, told me what happened. - -"The Englishman threw a shimmering ball upon the temple floor. Odors -came from it, quick as an eyeflash. Quick as another eyeflash, the -priests reeled where they stood, their senses leaving them. Lob Loo -tells me the foreign devils had covered their faces suddenly with white -masks. Then, after seeing that much, Lob Loo lost his five senses, and -wandered in fields of darkness. - -"When Lob Loo opened his eyes, he saw glass fragments on the floor, and -a ladder of silk swinging from the neck of the god. The image, renowned -sirs, is twenty feet in height, and to reach the ruby eye the foreign -devils had to climb. The eye was gone. When Lob Loo told me these -things, I was seized of a mighty fear, and fled to Hongkong. There the -five hundred gods favored me, and I learned that a man in a tourist -hat with a pugree, and another with a single eye, had sailed for San -Francisco. Quickly I caught the next steamer, after sending cable -messages to the leaders of a San Francisco _tong_ who are Cantonese, -and friends of mine. When the ship brought the thieves through the -Golden Gate, some of the _tong_ watched the landing. The thieves were -in San Francisco three days, and Sam Wing followed them when they -left for Chicago, then for New York, and then for these Catskill -Mountains. When I reached San Francisco, the leading men of the _tong_ -had telegrams from Sam Wing. By use of the telegrams, I followed, and -arrived here. Wing had left a writing for me at the hotel, telling me -to wait. I waited, but Wing had disappeared. I kept on waiting, and -out of my discouragement, remarkable sir, I wrote to you. That is all, -until this morning, when Kien Lung came with the yellow cord. Two weeks -are left me. If the Eye of Buddha is not found in that time, then"--and -Tsan Ti tapped the breast of his sagging blouse--"all that remains is -the quick dispatch." - -Both Matt and McGlory had listened with intense interest to this odd -yarn. Although a heathen, and lately keeper of a heathen temple, the -mandarin was nevertheless a person of culture and of considerable -importance. The sending of the yellow cord was a custom of his country, -and it was evident that he intended to abide by the custom in case the -Eye of Buddha was not recovered within two weeks. - -"Shall we turn the trick for him, pard?" asked McGlory. "This palaver -of his makes a bit of a hit with me. I'd hate like Sam Hill to have him -shut off his breath with that yellow cord. If----" - -The hum of an approaching automobile reached the ears of those at the -roadside. The machine was coming from above, and Matt pulled the broken -bicycle out of the road. - -The boys and the mandarin stood in a group while waiting for the car -to pass. Tsan Ti, seemingly wrapped up in his own miseries, gave no -attention to the car, at first. - -There were two passengers in the car--the driver, and another in the -tonneau. - -The car, on the down grade, was coming at a terrific clip, and the man -in the tonneau was hanging on for dear life and yelling at the top of -his voice: - -"Avast there, mate, or you'll have me overboard! By the seven holy -spritsails----" - -The voice broke off and gave vent to a frantic yell. Although the -driver had shut off the power and applied a brake, the car had leaped -into the air when it struck the root. - -The man in the tonneau shot straight up into the air for two or three -feet, and Matt and McGlory had a glimpse of a grizzled red face with -a patch over one eye, a fringe of "mutton-chop" whiskers, and a blue -sailor cap. - -"The mariner!" came in a clamoring wheeze, from Tsan Ti. - -As the automobile whirled past, the mandarin flung himself crazily at -the rear of the tonneau, only to be knocked head over heels for his -pains. - -As he floundered in the dust, Matt rushed for his motor cycle. - -"Is that one of the two men who stole the ruby?" cried Matt. - -"What fortune!" puffed Tsan Ti. "Pursue and capture the villain! If he -has the Eye of Buddha----" - -But the rest of it was lost. Matt, followed by McGlory, was tearing -away on the track of the automobile. - - - - -CHAPTER III. - -THE GLASS BALLS. - - -Turning the trick for Tsan Ti--as McGlory had termed it--was destined -to entangle the motor boys in a whirl of the most astounding events; -and these events, as novel as they were mysterious, followed each other -like the reports of a Gatling gun. - -The journey to Albany, and down the river to Catskill Landing, and -thence by motor cycle part way up the mountain, had been monotonous; -but from the moment the mandarin and the bicycle went sprawling into -the air over the tree root, and the lads had made the Chinaman's -acquaintance, Fate began whirling the wheel of amazing events. - -Matt and McGlory had had no time to discuss the weird tale recounted -for their benefit by the mandarin. There was no opportunity to view -the theft of the Eye of Buddha from any angle save that offered by the -philosophical Tsan Ti. No sooner had the ostensible facts connected -with the stolen ruby been retailed, than one of the thieves flashed -down the mountain road, leaving the boys no choice but to fling away -after him. - -The two motor cycles had absolutely no chance to go wrong on that -downhill trail. Had either motor "bucked," the weight of the heavy -machine would have hurled its rider onward in a breakneck coast toward -the foot of the hill. - -"Sufferin' streaks!" cried the cowboy. "If we were to meet anybody -coming up, there'd be nothing left but the pieces!" - -"I'm keeping a lookout ahead, Joe!" Matt called back, over his shoulder. - -He was in the lead, and his rear wheel was firing a stream of dust and -sand into McGlory's eyes. But the cowboy was too excited to pay much -attention to that. - -"We're goin' off half-cocked, seems to me!" he yelled. "We've known -that fat chink for about ten minutes, and here we are, lamming into his -game like a couple of wolves. What's the use of brains, pard, if you -don't use 'em?" - -"While we were thinking matters over," Matt answered, ripping around a -sharp turn, "the one-eyed man would be getting away." - -"What're we going to do when we overhaul him? Make an offhand demand -for the Eye of Buddha? It sounds flat enough, and if the webfoot tells -us we're crazy, and gives us the laugh, what're we going to do?" - -"Brakes! brakes!" cried Matt, and his motor cycle began to stagger and -buck-jump as he angled for a halt. - -McGlory was startled by the command, but instantly he obeyed it. In -order to avoid running his chum down, he not only bore down with the -brakes but also swerved toward the roadside. He came to a sudden stop -in a thicket of bushes, and extricated himself with some difficulty. - -Matt was in the road, his motor cycle leaning against a tree. A yard in -front of him lay a flat cap. He pointed to it. - -"What's that to do with a breakneck stop like we just made?" snorted -the cowboy. "It's not the headgear we want, pard, but the man that owns -it." - -"Sure," returned Matt. "Look farther down the road, Joe, and then -you'll understand." - -A straight drop in the road stretched ahead of the boys for a quarter -of a mile. Halfway along the stretch was the automobile. The machine -was at a stop, and the driver and the one-eyed man were leaning over -the motor. The hood had been opened, and the driver was tinkering. - -"Something has gone wrong," said Matt, "and it happened soon after the -sailor had lost his cap. Our one-eyed friend, I think, will come back -after his property. If he does, we'll talk with him. We can't go too -far in this business, you know. I have considerable confidence in Tsan -Ti, but still we're not absolutely sure of our ground." - -"The poor old duck is bound to snuff himself out with the yellow cord -if he don't recover the ruby," returned the cowboy. "That's what hits -me close to home. We're going it blind"--and here McGlory dug some of -the sand out of his eyes--"and we jumped into this with a touch-and-go -that don't seem reasonable; still, I've got a sneaking notion we're on -the right track. What's that on the hat ribbon?" - -Matt had picked up the hat, and was turning it over in his hand. - -"It's the name of a boat, I suppose," answered Matt, taking a look at -the gilt letters. "'_Hottentot_,'" he added, reading the name. - -"Oh, tell me!" exclaimed McGlory. "_Hottentot!_ That's a warm label for -a boat. But, say! Suppose One-Eye don't think enough of his cap to come -back for it?" - -"But he will," answered Matt. "This will bring him, I'll bet something -handsome." - -As he spoke. Matt pulled a square of folded paper out of the crown of -the cap. - -"Cowboy trick!" grinned McGlory. "Carryin' letters under the sweatband -of a Stetson reminds me of home." - -Matt had stepped to the roadside, the folded paper to one hand and the -cap in the other. - -"Had we better?" he pondered, voicing his thoughts. - -"Better what?" queried McGlory. - -"Why, keep this paper. It may prove important." - -"Sure, keep it! What're you side-stepping for about a little thing like -that? We're after the Eye of Buddha, and if that paper has anything to -do with it, the thing's ours by rights." - -"But suppose Tsan Ti is working some game of his own? That was a -fearsome yarn he gave us, Joe." - -"Sufferin' tenderfeet! Say, didn't we come all the way from Michigan -to help him? Think of that yellow cord, and what it means to---- Oh, -Moses!" the cowboy broke off. "Here comes the webfoot, now." - -Matt, taking a chance that the sailor was a thief, that he had guilty -knowledge of the whereabouts of the Eye of Buddha, and that the paper -might furnish valuable information, thrust the note into his pocket, -and hastily replaced it with a bit of paper quickly drawn from his -coat. Then, tossing the hat into the road, he stepped out and waited. - -The sailor was scrambling up the steep ascent with the agility of an A. -B. making for the maintop. At sight of Matt, appearing suddenly above -him, he hesitated, only to come on again at redoubled speed. - -"Ahoy, shipmates!" bellowed the old salt, as soon as he had come close -enough for a hail. "Seen anythin' of a bit of headgear hereabouts?" - -"There it is," Matt answered, pointing. - -"Blow me tight if there it ain't!" He jumped for the hat, and gathered -it in with a sweep of one hand. "Obliged to ye," he added, looking -into the crown, and then placing the hat on his head with visible -satisfaction. - -He would have turned and made off down the road, had not Matt stepped -toward him and lifted his hand. - -"Just a minute, my friend," said Matt. - -The sailor flashed a look toward the automobile. The driver had closed -the hood, and was waving his arms. - -"Nary a minute have I got to spare, shipmate," the sailor answered. -"The skipper of that craft has plugged the hole in her bow, and we're -ready to trip anchor and bear away." - -"Wait!" and a sternness crept into Matt's voice. "We must have a talk -with you. Perhaps you'll save yourself trouble if you give us a few -minutes of your time." - -At the word "trouble," the sailor squared around. - -"Now, shiver me," he cried, "I'm just beginning to take the cut of your -jib. Trouble, says you. Are ye sailin' in company with that chink we -passed a ways back on our course?" - -"What do you know about the Eye of Buddha?" demanded Matt. - -"Oh, ho," roared the other, "so that's yer lay, my hearty? Well, you -take my advice, and keep your finger out o' that pie. I'm not sayin' a -word about the Eye o' Buddha. Mayhap I know somethin' consarnin' the -same, an' mayhap I don't. But I wouldn't give the fag end o' nothin' -mixed in a kittle o' hot water for your chances if you stick an oar in -that little matter." - -There was that about the sailor which convinced Matt that he knew more -concerning the ruby than he cared to tell. - -"Stop!" cried the king of the motor boys. - -"Not me," was the gruff answer, and both of the sailor's hands dropped -into his pockets. - -"If he won't stop," cried McGlory, "then here's where we make him!" - -He and Matt started on a run toward the sailor. The latter whirled -around, his arms drew back, and his hands shot forward. Two round, -glimmering objects left his palms and tinkled into fragments at -the feet of the two boys. An overpowering odor arose in the still -air--wafted upward in a cloud of strangling fumes that caught at the -throats of Matt and McGlory, blinded their eyes, and sapped at their -strength. - -McGlory fell to his knees. - -"The--glass--balls----" he gasped, and flattened out helplessly, the -last word fading into a gurgle. - -"Leave the Eye o' Buddha alone!" were the hoarse words that echoed in -Matt's ears. - -And they were the last sounds of which he was cognizant for some time. -He crumpled down at the side of his chum, made one last desperate -struggle to recover his strength, and then the darkness closed him in. - - - - -CHAPTER IV. - -THE PAPER CLUE. - - -Now and then there are episodes in life which, when they are past and -one comes to look back on them, seem more like dreams than actual -occurrences. This matter of the Chinaman, the Eye of Buddha, the -sailor, and the glass balls looked particularly unreal to Motor Matt -and Joe McGlory. - -When Matt opened his eyes, he found himself in a hammock. For a minute -or two he lay quiet, trying to figure out how and when he had got into -the hammock, and where Joe was, and just how much of a dream he had had. - -The hammock was strung between a couple of trees, and from a distance -came a subdued chatter of voices, and the low, soft strains of an -orchestra. - -Matt sat up in the hammock and looked in the direction from which the -sounds came. The lofty, porticoed front of a huge hotel was no more -than two hundred feet away. Men in flannels and women in lawn dresses -were coming and going about the porticoes, and the music was wafted out -from inside the building. - -The young motorist's bewilderment grew, and he brushed a hand across -his eyes. Then he looked in another direction. Two yards from the tree -supporting one end of the hammock, the ground broke sharply into a -precipitous descent, falling sheer away for a hundred feet or more. -He could look off over a rolling country checkered with meadows and -grainland and timber patches, with a river cutting through the vista -and holding the scene together like a silver ribbon. - -He drew a long breath, and swerved his gaze to the right. Here there -was another hammock, one end of it secured to the same tree that helped -support Matt's airy couch, and the other end to a third tree which -formed an acute angle with respect to the other two. - -In this second hammock was McGlory. Like Matt, he was sitting up; and, -like Matt again, he was staring. - -Leaning against one of the three trees, were the two motor cycles. - -"Joe!" cried Matt. "Is that you?" - -"Hooray!" exclaimed the cowboy, with sudden animation. "I was just -waiting for you to speak, in order to make sure I wasn't still asleep. -Jumpin' jee-whiskers, what a dream I've had!" - -"Where are we?" inquired Matt. - -A puzzled look crossed the cowboy's face. - -"Don't you _sabe_ that?" he returned. - -"No." - -"Shucks! That's just the question I was going to bat up to you." - -"How did we get here?" - -"I'm by, again. But, sufferin' brain-twisters, what a dream I've had!" -He began laughing softly to himself. - -"What sort of a dream was it?" went on Matt. - -"Funnier'n a Piute picnic! It was all mixed up with a fat Chinaman, -and a yellow cord, and a ruby called the Eye of Buddha, and a one-eyed -sailor, and--and a couple of glass balls. Oh, speak to me about that! -Say, pard, but it was a corker! The fat chink was doing all sorts of -funny stunts, tumbling off a bike, and all over himself." - -"There wasn't any dream about it," declared Matt, swinging his feet to -the ground with sudden energy. - -The laugh died out of McGlory's face, and a blank look took its place. - -"Go on!" he scoffed, not a little startled. - -"Two fellows couldn't have the same kind of a dream," persisted Matt, -"and I went through identically the same things you did. That proves -they were _real_! But--but," and Matt's voice wavered, "how did we get -here?" - -"There are the motor cycles we used when we buzzed out of Catskill -Landing," and McGlory brightened as he pointed to the two wheels. - -"I see," mused Matt, drumming his forehead with his knuckles. "Nobody -seems to be paying much attention to us," he added, his eyes on the -groups around the hotel porches. - -"Not a terrible sight, and that's a fact," agreed McGlory. "But why -should they, pard? They don't know us." - -"Somebody must have brought us here and laid us in the hammocks. The -last I remember we were down and out. Now, Joe, a move of that kind -would naturally stir up a commotion." - -"Well, yes," admitted the cowboy, going blank again, "Are you and I -locoed, Matt, or what?" - -"Come on and let's try and find out." - -Matt started for a man who was sitting in a canvas chair smoking a -cigar and nursing a golf club on his knees. McGlory trailed after him. - -"I beg your pardon, sir," said Matt, halting beside the chair, "but -have you been here long?" - -"Two weeks," was the answer with a hard stare. "I come to the Mountain -House every summer, and spend my va----" - -"I mean," interrupted Matt, "were you sitting here when my friend and I -were brought in?" - -"Brought in? You weren't brought in. You two rode in on those motor -cycles, leaned them against the tree, and preëmpted the hammocks." - -"Sufferin' lunatics!" breathed McGlory. "I reckon we'd better call -somebody in to look at our plumbing, pard." - -"What appears to be the trouble?" went on the stranger, politely -curious. - -"It just 'appears,' and that's all," rambled the cowboy. "If we could -only get a strangle-hold on the trouble, and hog-tie it, maybe we could -take it apart, and see what makes it act so." - -The stranger sprang up, grabbed his golf stick, and looked alarmed. - -"Never mind my friend, sir," said Matt reassuringly; "we're just a -little bit bothered, that's all." - -"A little bit!" repeated the stranger ironically; "it looks to me like -a whole lot." - -"This is the Mountain House, is it?" went on Matt. He was severely -shocked himself, but tried manfully to hide it while trying to work out -the mystery. - -"Certainly, sir," growled the man with the golf stick. "Don't you try -to make game of me, young man! I'm old enough to be your father, and -such----" - -"We are not trying to make game of any one," protested Matt. - -"But somebody is making game of _us_," put in McGlory, "and playing us -up and down and all across the table. Here in these hills is where Rip -Van Winkle went to sleep, ain't it? I wonder if he dreamed about fat -Chinamen, yellow cords, one-eyed sailors, and----" - -"Cut it out, Joe!" whispered Matt sternly, grabbing his chum by the -arm and pulling him toward the hotel. "Can't you see he thinks we're -crazy?" - -"_Thinks_ we're crazy?" stuttered the cowboy. "Then I've got a cinch on -him, for I _know_ we are. Where next?" - -"We'll go into the hotel and make some inquiries," replied Matt, noting -how the man with the cigar and the golf stick turned in his chair to -keep an eye on them. "And for Heaven's sake, Joe," Matt added, "let me -do the talking. If you don't, we're liable to be locked up." - -"We ought to be locked up," mumbled McGlory. "We're lost, and we -ought to be shooed into some safe corral and kept there till we find -ourselves. Sufferin' hurricanes! What kind of a brain-storm are we -going through, _any_how?" - -Matt and McGlory passed through the chattering groups on the porch -and entered the lobby of the hotel. The music, which now came to them -in increased volume, was accompanied by a clatter of dishes from the -dining room. Matt laid a direct course for the counter at one side of -the lobby. - -"Can you tell me," he asked, leaning over the counter and addressing -the carefully groomed clerk, "If there is a gentleman named Tsan Ti -staying at this hotel?" - -"Come again, please," was the answer. "What was that name?" - -"Tsan Ti." - -"Where's he from?" - -"Canton, China." - -"Wears a black cap and a yellow kimono," put in Joe. "Button in the -cap--red button. He's the high old Whoop-a-gamus that bossed the temple -of What-you-call-um and let the Eye of Buddha get away from him. He -_must_ be here." - -"Such jocosity is out of place," said the clerk chillingly. - -"Sufferin' zero!" muttered McGlory. "I reckon his home ranch is the -North Pole. What's jocosity, Matt?" - -"Then Tsan Ti isn't here?" asked Matt. - -"Certainly _not_. You might try the Hotel Kaaterskill." - -"Kaaterskill!" minced McGlory. "Now, what the blooming----" - -"Joe," muttered Matt, grasping his chum's arm, and pulling him away. -"What's come over you, anyhow? You're acting like a Hottentot." - -"That's it!" cried Joe. - -"What?" - -"The name that one-eyed webfoot had on his cap. Hottentot! Hottentot! -Hottentot!" - -"Joe!" warned Matt, for the cowboy had sung out the word at the top of -his voice. "What _ails_ you? Great spark plugs!" - -McGlory brushed a hand across his face. - -"I feel like I'd taken a foolish powder, pard," he answered huskily. -"Let's get out of here before I make a holy show of myself." - -All at sea, they went back to the hammocks and sat down by the two -motor cycles. - -"And this," remarked McGlory, breaking a long silence, "is what you -call turning the trick for Tsan Ti! I told you that letter we received -in Grand Rapids was plain bunk. Read it again, pard." - -"I've read it thirteen times, Joe," answered Matt. - -"Well, read it fourteen times and break the hoodoo." - -Matt took the envelope from his pocket, and drew out the inclosed -sheet. Then he stared, then whistled, then leaned back against the -tree. - -"Now it's you who's doped," grinned McGlory. "Can't you read it?" - -"Sure," answered Matt; "listen." - - "'BUNCE: Be in Purling at ten a. m., Thursday. Show this to Pryne - at the general store in the village, and Pryne will show you to me. - Important developments. Mum's the word. GRATTAN.'" - -McGlory threw off his hat, and pawed at his hair. - -"Put a chain on us, somebody, _please_!" he gasped. "Where, oh, where, -did you get that?" - -"Here's a paper clue," said Matt. "I took this out of that cap we found -in the road, and, by an oversight, I tucked that letter from Tsan -Ti into the cap so the sailor wouldn't notice the original note was -missing." - -"Then there _was_ a cap," muttered McGlory, "and it _did_ have -'Hottentot' on the ribbon, and you _sure_ took out a note, and it's a -cinch there _was_ a sailor. Now, if all that's true, then where, in the -name of the great hocus-pocus, is the fat Chinaman?" - - - - -CHAPTER V. - -PUTTING TWO AND TWO TOGETHER. - - -With a sudden thought, Matt stepped to the motor cycle McGlory had -used, 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, returning -to 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 getting -back 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 on -loco 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 lay -us out." - -"Remember how the Eye of Buddha was stolen? The one-eyed sailor and -the Englishman broke one of the glass balls in the temple, and all the -priests were laid out." - -"Oh, well, if you're going to take any stock in that fat Chinaman and -his 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 had -an experience with them, and we _know_. I suppose the glass spheres are -filled with some powerful narcotic fumes which are set free the moment -the 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 the -temple, it was necessary for the sailor to use two against us, there -in the open. The air, naturally, would soon dissipate the fumes. I -shouldn't wonder," Matt added reflectively, "but those balls were -invented by the Chinese. They seem to have a knack for that sort of -thing." - -"Queerest knock-out drops I ever heard of." - -"When you and I recovered sufficient strength to get up out of the -road," continued Matt, "we hadn't yet recovered full possession of our -wits. You remember, Joe, your front tire was punctured. Well, that -puncture was neatly mended, and the air pump must have been used to -inflate the tire again. You and I must have done that, then rode up -here 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 these -hammocks, all that had happened seemed to have been a dream." - -"Seems so yet, pard. What's become of Tsan Ti? And the other hatchet -boy that brought the yellow cord? They don't know anything about Tsan -at the hotel, so he must have been overworking his imagination when -he told us he had been having tea there. And that other yarn about -seeing the man with the yellow cord and ducking on a borrowed wheel -to get away from him! Say, I reckon they'd have known something about -a commotion of that sort if it had happened here." McGlory wagged -his head incredulously. "The fat chink is up to something, Matt," he -finished, "and he's been talking with the double tongue." - -"I'll admit," said Matt, "that there are some parts of the problem that -look rather dubious, but, on the whole, Tsan Ti's story holds together -pretty well. That story of the ruby was corroborated, in a way, by the -sailor. From the fellow's actions, he must have known a good deal about -the Eye of Buddha. Why did he throw the glass balls at us? Simply to -keep us from following him. If the sailor hadn't been guilty of some -treacherous work, he wouldn't have done that." - -"I'm over my head," muttered McGlory. "But, if the mandarin is so -hungry to have us help him, what's the reason he's making himself -absent? Why isn't he here?" - -"Let's give him time to get here. We weren't on that mountainside for -more than two hours. It was nine when we left Catskill Landing, and -about half-past ten, I should say, when we met Tsan Ti. It's nearly -one, now." - -"Well, what's the next move, pard? Are you going to that Purling place -and 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 Tsan -would 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 be -polite to that squinch-eyed boss of the Flowery Kingdom. Honest, these -chinks 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 we -don't hear anything from Tsan Ti by four, this afternoon, we'll return -to 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 come -all the way from Grand Rapids to lend him a hand, we'll let him do his -own hunting for the ruby." - -"Keno, correct, and then some," agreed the cowboy heartily. "I've -thought, all along, there'd be some sort of bobble about this Eastern -trip. But let's eat. I've been hungry enough to sit in at chuck-pile -any time the last three hours." - -The boys left their wheels in charge of a man who looked after the -motor cars belonging to guests, and went into the office for the second -time. The clerk surveyed McGlory with pronounced disfavor while Matt -was registering. The cowboy met the look with an easy grin, and, after -he and Matt had washed their faces, brushed their hair, and knocked the -dust out of their clothes, they went into the big dining room and did -full justice to an excellent meal. - -Neither had much to say about Tsan Ti. Matt was half fearing the -mandarin's business was a good deal of a wild-goose chase, and that -the ponderous Celestial, for reasons of his own, had absented himself -permanently. - -Following the meal, the boys went out to sit on the veranda. They had -hardly taken their chairs when a big red automobile, with a rumble seat -behind in place of a tonneau, sizzled up to the front of the hotel and -came 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 blouse -emerged 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 now -he blows in on us at the steering wheel of a gasoline cart. He's the -handiest all-around heathen I ever met up with. And look at him! He -acts 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 over -the front of the hotel. He was less than half a minute getting the -range 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 has -to say for himself." - -"That's the talk!" agreed McGlory. - -A bland smile crossed the flabby face of the Chinaman as the boys came -close. - -"Embark, distinguished friends," said he. - -After all the rough and tumble of the morning, Tsan Ti now appeared in -perfect condition. He was entirely at his ease, and as well groomed a -mandarin as ever left the Chinese Empire. - -"Just a minute, Tsan Ti," returned Matt coldly. "There are a few things -we would like to have explained before we go any farther in this -business of yours." - -"All shall be made transparent to you, most excellent youth," was the -reply, "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. What -says the great Confucius? '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 right -on a few important matters. We hadn't talked twenty minutes with you -before we jumped in to give you a helping hand--and succeeded in -getting 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 the -machine, and accompanied the boys in the direction of the three trees -and the swinging hammocks. - - - - -CHAPTER VI. - -A SMASH. - - -The Hotel Kaaterskill was within a stone's throw of the Mountain House. -So far as situation went, there was small choice between them, but Matt -resented Tsan Ti's deception in declaring he was staying at one when he -was really staying at the other. It seemed so trivial a matter compared -with the mandarin's critical situation--as set forth by himself. - -"I don't like the way you are acting, Tsan Ti," said Matt, as soon -as they had reached the trees. "In your letter to me you asked me to -meet you at the Mountain House; and on the mountainside, after you -received the yellow cord, you spoke about our going up to the Mountain -House; and again, as I remember it, it was on the porch of the Mountain -House where you were drinking tea when you saw Kien Lung coming toward -you, and bolted away on the bicycle. What excuse was there for such a -deception? And how can we help you if you are not open and aboveboard -with us?" - -"The left hand, honored and exalted sir," returned Tsan Ti, "must not -know what the right hand does when one is so unfortunate as I. Sam -Wing, in leaving word for me at the house named Kaaterskill, remarked -upon the courier Kien Lung being after me upon his unhappy errand, -and counseled that I keep myself obscurely. But I should have made -communication with you at the Mountain House had you arrived by that -place for meeting me. My intentions were high-minded, albeit secretive." - -"Then, for now," pursued Matt, "we will let that pass. Why did you -vanish from the mountainside after we had been left to chase the -one-eyed sailor? He threw two of those glass balls at us, and we were -dropped in the road, unconscious. It was not a long distance from where -we had left you, and you could easily have come down to us." - -"_Omito fuh!_" muttered Tsan Ti. "My regret is most consuming! The -gods crossed my will, notable one; nothing else could have kept me at -a distance from you. It was thus. Young men on bicycles, pursuing Kien -Lung and me who had made away at high speed on two of their go-devil -machines, swarmed suddenly around me like the sacred rocks in the -banyans at Honam. In spite of my entreaties, they carried me to the -Kaaterskill, and there I made repayment for the broken machine, and for -the one which Kien Lung took for himself and did not return. These -affairs occupied me profoundly until half an hour since; then I hired -yonder devil wagon and started to find you. Behold, you were on the -veranda of the hotel as I fared past. Confucius said, in ancient times, -'When I have presented one corner of a subject, and the pupil cannot of -himself make out the other three, I do not repeat my lesson.' So the -sight of you informed me the sailor of the single eye had escaped, and -I concluded best that we hurry after him. Am I not right, honorable -friend?" - -"He's good with his bazoo," remarked McGlory. "I reckon he makes out a -clean case for himself." - -Matt was satisfied. Still, he thought that instead of attending to his -personal appearance and running around hiring an automobile, Tsan Ti -might have taken some quicker method of finding out what had happened -down the mountainside. But he was a Chinaman, and his ways and means -were not those of a Caucasian. - -"Where did you learn to drive an automobile, Tsan Ti?" asked Matt. - -"We have the devil wagons in Canton. There are many in the foreign -quarter, and I have one of my own." Tsan Ti fanned himself and looked -troubled. "There is something," he went on presently, "of which I must -inform you. Perhaps, when you know, you will leave me to find the Eye -of Buddha unaided. But it is right that I should tell you." - -"What is it?" inquired Matt. - -"This, courageous youth: The ten thousand demons of misfortune have -been let loose upon those most closely concerned with the loss of the -ruby. While the great Buddha sits eyeless in the temple at Honam, his -wrath falls upon me in particular; and, now that you are helping me, it -will likewise fall upon you. Disasters have crowded upon me, and if you -keep on in the search, they will surely overtake you. Already you have -had experience of them." - -"Sufferin' snakes!" grunted McGlory. "It'll take more'n a heathen idol -over in China to get me on the run." - -"I guess we'll face the music," laughed Matt. "That ruby eye may be a -hoodoo, but we're not superstitious enough to get scared." - -"Excellent!" wheezed Tsan Ti. "I have done well to secure your -invaluable services. Shall we now proceed down the mountain in pursuit -of the sailor?" - -"Why, he may be a hundred miles from here by this time." - -"Not so!" was the positive answer. "I have my warning that he is near, -and that we must hasten." - -"Warning?" repeated Matt. - -Tsan Ti poked two fingers down the neck of his blouse and fished up a -small black V-shaped object attached to a gold chain. - -"Observe," he said solemnly, "my jade-stone amulet, covered with choice -ideographs from the Book of Auguries. When it burns the skin upon the -speaking of a name, then have I a warning. Look!" He held the stone -on his fat palm. "With it thus I breathe the words 'one-eyed thief' -and"--he winced as though from pain--"the amulet nearly burns." - -McGlory dropped his head, and his shoulders shook with suppressed -mirth. Never had he met so humorous a person as this mandarin of the -red button, with his yellow cord, his jade-stone amulet, and his load -of trouble. - -Matt was also possessed of a desire to laugh, but managed to keep his -features straight. Tsan Ti observed the incredulity of the boys, and -dropped the amulet back down his blouse. - -"Let us go, doubting ones," he puffed, "and you will see. Come, -accompany me, and you will not be long in learning why the amulet -burns!" - -"Our motor cycles are here, at the garage," demurred Matt, "and----" - -"They will be safely kept until you come for them again. Let us, as you -say, hustle." - -He was up and waddling toward the automobile before Matt or McGlory -could answer. The boys followed him, Matt climbing into the front seat -at the mandarin's side, and the cowboy getting into the seat behind. - -"Hadn't I better drive?" queried Matt. - -"It is a pleasure for me to guide and control the pounding demon," the -Chinaman answered. "Ha, we start." - -But they did not start. Naturally, the long halt had not left enough -gas in the cylinders to take the spark, and Tsan Ti had neglected to -use the crank. - -Matt got down and turned the engine over--and came within one of being -run down before he could get out of the way. Regaining the car at a -flying leap, he snuggled down in his seat and proceeded to hold his -breath. Of all the reckless drivers he had ever seen, Tsan Ti was -the limit. He banged over the edge of the level into the long slope, -engaging the high speed so quickly that Matt wondered he did not strip -the gear. As the car lurched, and swayed, and bounded Tsan Ti's joy -shone in his puffy face. - -"Glory to glory, and all hands 'round!" yelled the cowboy, from behind. -"Change seats with him, Matt! If you don't, he'll string us from the -Mountain House clean to Catskill." - -Matt leaned over and gave the steering wheel a turn barely in time -to keep them from hitting a tree. The wake the machine left behind -it looked like a zigzag streak. First they were on one side of the -road, and then on the other, juggling back and forth by the narrowest -of margins, and keeping right side up in defiance with every law of -gravity with which Matt was familiar. - -"Cut out the high speed!" shouted Matt. "It's suicide to use that gear -on such a slope as this. We could coast down this hill without an ounce -of power." - -A mud guard was loose, and it rattled horribly. The Chinaman was -feeding too much gasoline part of the time, and not enough the rest of -the time. Now and again, the cylinders would misfire, pop wildly, then -jump into a racing hum. That high-powered roadster made as much noise -as a railroad train; and what with Matt yelling directions, and McGlory -whooping like a Comanche at every close call they nipped out of, the -uproar was tremendous. - -Through it all the fat Chinaman glowed and, at intervals, gave vent to -ecstatic howls. Whenever they escaped a tree that had threatened them, -he exploded jubilantly. - -"I can't stand this, pard!" roared McGlory. "I'm goin' to jump out, if -you don't stop him!" - -To argue with Tsan Ti, in all that turmoil of sound, was out of the -question. - -Hardly had the cowboy ceased speaking when, through the wild hubbub of -noise, Matt thought he heard a sharp detonation. Of this he was not -sure, but, almost immediately, a front tire blew up, and the machine -swerved wildly. - -Bang--_crash!_ - -The automobile made a wild effort to climb a tree, and the next thing -Motor Matt realized was the fact that he was turning handsprings in the -road. - -Silence, sudden and grim, followed the frantic medley of sound. A bird -twittered somewhere off in the woods, and the flutelike notes hit -Matt's tortured ear-drums like a volley of musketry. - -He got up, dazedly. His hat was gone, and one of his trouser legs was -missing. The back of his head, still tender from a blow he had received -in Grand Rapids, reminded him by a sharp twinge that it had been badly -treated. - -Matt limped to the tree that had caused the wreck, and leaned against -it. Then, and not till then, was he able to make a comprehensive view -of the scene. - -The front of the automobile was badly smashed--so badly that it was a -wonder Matt had ever escaped with his life. One of the forward wheels -had come off. - -McGlory, in his shirt sleeves--and with one sleeve missing--was on his -hands and knees. He was facing the mandarin--staring at that remarkable -person with a well-what-do-you-think-of-that expression. - -The mandarin was sitting up in the road. The black cap with the red -button was hanging to one side of his head, one of his embroidered -sandals was gone, and the yellow silk blouse and trousers were torn. -In some manner the steering wheel had become detached from the post, -and Tsan Ti was hanging to it like grim death. He seemed still to be -driving, for the steering wheel was in the correct position. - -Certainly it was not a time to laugh, but Motor Matt could hardly help -it. - - - - -CHAPTER VII. - -NIP AND TUCK. - - -"That's right," whooped McGlory, twisting his head to get a look at -Matt, "laugh--laugh, and enjoy yourself! Sufferin' smash-ups! It's -a wonder the hospital corps didn't have to shovel us up in a bushel -basket." - -"Are you hurt, Joe?" inquired Matt. - -"Hurt?" snapped McGlory, his gorge rising. "Oh, no, of course not! We -weren't going more than a hundred and twenty miles an hour when we hit -that tree, so how could I possibly have suffered any damage? This comes -of trotting a heat with a half-baked rat-eater. Here's where I quit. -That's right. Go on and hunt your idol's eye, if you want to. Say, if I -could get hold of that yellow cord, I'd strangle the mandarin myself." - -McGlory climbed to his feet lamely and looked himself over, up and -down. His coat was about twenty feet away, in one place, and his hat -lay at an equal distance in another. As he moved about collecting his -property and muttering to himself, Matt stepped to the side of Tsan Ti. - -The mandarin, still dazed and bewildered, continued to cling to the -steering wheel. Matt bent down and took the wheel away from him. - -"Illustrious friend," said the Chinaman, blinking his eyes, "the -suddenness was most remarkable. Once more the thousand demons of -misfortune have visited their wrath upon me!" - -"Don't talk about misfortune," returned Matt. "We're the luckiest -fellows that ever lived to get out of a wreck like that with whole -skins. The car's a ruin, Tsan Ti, and you'll have to pay for it." - -"Of what use is money, interesting youth, to a mandarin who has -received the yellow cord? I have rice fields and tea plantations, -and millions of taels to my credit. The bagatelle of a cost does not -concern me." - -Matt helped him upright and dusted him off. As soon as he had pushed a -foot into the missing sandal, he gave vent to a wail, and sat down on -the side of the machine. - -"Such vastness of misfortune takes my courage," he groaned. "The Eye -of Buddha can not be recovered with all the thousand demons fighting -against me. The jade-stone amulet burns me fiercely----" - -"Wish it had burned a hole clear through you before you'd ever written -that letter to Matt," cried McGlory. - -"I have involved two honorable assistants in my so-great ill luck," -went on the mandarin. - -"Never mind that," said Matt. "I thought you knew how to drive a car?" - -"He's the craziest thing on wheels when it comes to drivin' a bubble," -called out McGlory. "Here's where I quit. Scratch my entry in the race -for the Eye of Buddha. I always know when I've got enough. We've had -four hours of this, and it's a-plenty." - -Motor Matt began looking for his cap. Where it had gone was a mystery. -He finally discovered it hanging to a clump of bushes. As he turned -around, he was startled to see Tsan Ti with the yellow cord coiled -about his throat. - -Could it be possible that the mandarin, cast down by his latest -accident, was on the point of carrying out the mandate of the regent? - -"I say!" shouted Matt, hurrying forward. - -But the Chinaman was interrupted in his fell purpose by an explosion in -the car directly behind him. - -Bang! - -He jumped about four feet, straight up in the air. Matt saw a tongue of -flame shoot upward from the car. - -The gasoline tank had been smashed. The inflammable contents, dripping -upon the hot exhaust pipe leading from the muffler, must have caused -the blaze. - -Sizz-z-, _bang_, boom! - -The gasoline was vaporizing. As the startled mandarin watched the -blaze, paralyzed and speechless by the unexpected exhibition, the -yellow cord swung limply downward from his throat. McGlory rushed up -behind him, and jerked the cord away. Tsan Ti did not seem to notice -the manoeuvre--he was all wrapped up in the blaze and the explosions. - -The fire shot skyward, and Matt grabbed the Chinaman and hauled him to -a safe distance. - -"Bring the wheel, Joe," Matt yelled, "the one that came off!" - -McGlory had not the least notion what Matt wanted with the wheel, but -he got it, and they were all well down the road when a final terrific -boom scattered fragments of the wreck every which way and sent little -jets of flame from the diffused gasoline spitting in all directions. - -"Good-by, you old benzine buggy!" said McGlory, addressing the -flame-wrapped car. "You wasn't worth much, anyways, but I bet the -mandarin bleeds for twice your value, just the same. What you looking -at that wheel for, Matt?" he finished, turning to his chum. - -"It was punctured by a bullet," replied Matt, pointing to a clean-cut -rent in the shoe. - -"Bullet?" echoed McGlory. "Speak to me about that! I didn't hear any -shooting." - -"The car made so much noise that's not to be wondered at. I wasn't sure -that what I'd heard was a shot, but----" - -Matt had lifted his head to speak to McGlory. As he did so, his eyes -glimpsed a figure skulking among the bushes at the roadside. The -sunshine, and the glare from the fire, caused a ghastly radiance to -hover about the bushes. - -In the weird shadows of the bushes and trees, a face stood out -prominently--a face topped with a sailor hat, fringed with mutton-chop -whiskers, and with a patch over one eye. - -The king of the motor boys gave a whoop and darted for the bushes. -The face vanished as if by magic, but Matt kept furiously on, McGlory -chasing after him. - -"What's to pay, pard?" the cowboy was demanding. - -"The sailor!" flung back Matt. "I saw him in the brush! He must have -been the one who put that bullet into our front tire!" - -"Whoop-ya!" yelled McGlory, all his hostility springing to the surface -and causing him to forget his announced determination to "quit" and let -the mandarin shift for himself. "Let's put the kibosh on him! He's the -cause of all this. Hang the idol's eye! We've got an account of our own -to settle. But look out for the glass balls." - -Ahead of him Matt could hear the crash and crackle of undergrowth, and -now and then he caught a glimpse of the racing sailor. - -The timber grew more dense, and presently, just as Matt thought he had -the fellow, he was brought up short with the quarry out of sight and -hearing. - -"He's dodged away," panted the cowboy. "Maybe he's doubled back." - -"I'd have heard him if he'd done that," answered Matt. "He has either -stopped, and is lying low, or else he has gone on ahead. I thought I -had him, for a minute. Come on, Joe!" - -Matt flung onward, and leaped suddenly from the edge of the timber into -a cornfield on a little flat between two shoulders of the mountain. -He stopped and listened. The leaves of the corn rustled in the faint -breeze, and, in the centre of the field, an ungainly scarecrow half -reared itself above the tasseled stalks. - -"He's in the corn, that's where he is," puffed the cowboy. "Mind your -eye, pard, and look out for the dope balls." - -"You go one way across the field," suggested Matt, "and I'll go the -other. Sharp's the word now, old chap. We're giving that fellow the run -of his life, and he's having it nip and tuck to get away." - -The field was not large, and Matt and McGlory crossed it rapidly, the -king of the motor boys on one side of the scarecrow, and the cowboy on -the other. They met on the opposite side of the field, without having -seen the sailor. - -"I reckon he's dodged us!" growled McGlory, in savage disappointment. -"The ornery old webfoot has----" - -He stopped aghast, his eyes on the scarecrow. The tattered figure was -moving briskly through the corn, toward the side of the field from -which the boys had just come. - -"There he goes!" shouted Matt, darting away again. "He got into the -scarecrow's clothes, and didn't have the nerve to wait until we had -left the field." - -"Speak--speak to me about--about this!" returned McGlory breathlessly, -plunging after his chum through the rustling rows. - -Once more in the woods, the boys found themselves even closer to the -fleeting mariner than they had been before. He was in plain sight now, -and shedding his ragged disguise as he raced for liberty. - -Up the shoulder of the mountain he went, pawing and scrambling, then -down on the other side, Matt and McGlory close after him. He was making -strenuously for a cleared space at the foot of the little slope. In the -centre of the clearing were the remains of a stone wall, and near the -wall stood a little stone house. The house appeared to be deserted, and -the half-opened door swung awry on one hinge. - -"He's makin' for the 'dobe!" wheezed the cowboy. - -The words had hardly left his lips before the sailor vanished within -the stone walls. Matt ran recklessly after him. - -"Look out for the double-X brand of dope!" warned McGlory. "You know -what he did before, Matt." - -But Matt was already inside the house. The interior apparently -consisted of a hall and two rooms, although the boarded-up windows cast -a funereal gloom over the place, and made it difficult to see anything -distinctly. Matt sprang through one of the two doors that opened off -the hall, and McGlory, still clamoring wildly for his chum to beware of -the glass balls, followed. - -Slam went the door of the room--probably the only door in the house -that was in commission--and rattle-rattle went a key in the lock. - -Then came a husky laugh, and the words: - -"Belay a bit, you swabs! Leave the Eye o' Buddha alone. An' that's a -warnin'." - -Feet pattered along the hall and out of it. - -"Nip and tuck," sang out McGlory, while Matt wrestled with the door, -"and it wasn't the webfoot that got nipped, not so any one could -notice. Catch your breath, pard, and calm down. Old One Eye has made -his getaway, and we might just as well laugh as be sorry." - - - - -CHAPTER VIII. - -TSAN TI VANISHES AGAIN. - - -There was wisdom in the cowboy's words, and Matt gave over his attack -on the door and turned to his chum with a disappointed laugh. - -"We can get out of here easy enough," said he, "but the sailor gains -so much time while we're doing it that he wins out in the race. Great -spark plugs, but we're having a time! I'm almost tempted to think -that those ten thousand demons, the mandarin talks about, are really -pestering us." - -"Ten thousand horned toads," scoffed McGlory. "This is what we -naturally get for trying to turn an impossible trick for a heathen. -What was the good of paying any attention to that letter, in the first -place?" - -"Well," answered Matt, "we've discussed that point a good many times -already, Joe. I wanted to go to New York, anyway, and it was only a -little out of our road to come down the river and drop off at Catskill -Landing." - -"Suppose we get our wheels, go back to Catskill, and then take the next -boat down the river? What's the good of all this strain we've taken -upon ourselves? If we don't let well enough alone, something is sure -going to snap, and like as not it'll be mighty serious. It's a wonder -we ever came through that smash-up with our scalps." - -There was one window in the room. Matt had passed to it and was making -an examination. The glass was broken out of the sash, and the boards -nailed to the outside of the casing were loose. He pushed two of the -boards off, leaving a gap through which he and his chum could easily -crawl. - -"If we'd done this in the first place, Joe," said he, "we might have -picked up the mariner's trail before he had got too far away." - -"Too late now. It was our luck to get into the only room in the 'dobe, -I reckon, that had a good door and a usable lock." - -"Well," returned Matt, "let's get out and hunt up the mandarin. I hope -he won't make 'way with himself while we're moseying around in this -part of the woods." - -The boys climbed through the window and the gap in the boards, and Matt -made a casual survey of the house's vicinity. Of course the sailor was -gone, and had left no clue as to the direction of his flight. - -Setting their faces in the direction of the road, the boys started off -briskly on their return to the wrecked car. - -"There's one thing you didn't do, pard," remarked McGlory, while they -were on their way through the timber. - -"What's that?" - -"Why, you didn't lisp a word to the mandarin about that note you took -from the Hottentot's cap. Maybe, if the Chinaman knew about that, he'd -quit thinking of doing the polite and courteous thing for the regent." - -"I had intended telling Tsan Ti about the note," returned Matt, struck -by the illuminating suggestion, "but I hadn't time. I'll put it up to -Tsan Ti, though, the first thing after we meet him again." - -"I've got the yellow string. If he has to make the happy dispatch with -that, then I've blocked his game for a while. I don't know much about -the etiquette of this yellow-cord _game_. Do you?" - -"No." - -"Well, leaving that out of the discussion for now, here's another -point. Do you reckon old One Eye has found out, yet, how you juggled -the notes on him?" - -"I can't see as that makes much difference," answered Matt. - -"He left us in a hurry, there at that stone house. If he'd known we had -the note, why didn't he stop and palaver about it?" - -"We were two against him, and he was in too much of a hurry." - -"Why didn't he use the glass balls and take the note away from us while -we were down and out?" - -"Probably his supply of glass balls is running low." - -"That note is to be shown to the man in Purling, and the man in -Purling is then to show the bearer of the note where this Grattan is. -Now----" - -"That's a chance for us to find Grattan," cut in Matt. - -"You're planning on that, are you? Sufferin' trouble! If it wouldn't be -actin' more like a hired man than a pard, I'd go on a strike." - -"We're onto this mandarin's business now, Joe," said Matt, "and we -ought to see it through to a finish." - -"It'll be our finish, I reckon." - -At this moment they stepped out onto the road close to the car. The -machine was a charred and twisted wreck, and fit only for the junk -heap. Matt looked around for Tsan Ti, but he was nowhere in evidence. - -"Vanished again!" exclaimed McGlory. - -Matt threw back his head and shouted the mandarin's name at the top -of his voice. No answer was returned, but the echoes of the call had -hardly died away before they were taken up by the humming of another -motor, and a little runabout came whirling down the road and brought up -at the side of the wrecked car. - -Two men were in the runabout, and one of the men was in a tremendously -bad humor. The angry individual jumped from the runabout and peered at -the number on the smoking board at the rear of the chassis. - -"It was my car, all right!" he cried. "And look at it! Great Scott, -just look at it! Total loss, and only a fat chink to look to for -damages. Oh, I'm s, t, u, n, g to the queen's taste, all right. Who're -you?" he demanded, whirling suddenly on the boys. - -Matt told him. - -"You're from up the mountain, are you?" inquired Matt. - -"Where else?" replied the other crossly. "What's become of the chink -that hired this car? Do you know?" - -"Probably he's gone back to the hotel." - -"Oh, probably," was the sarcastic retort; "yes, probably! I've got -money that says he's sloped for good. Look here. They say there were -two fellows in the car with the chink when it left the Mountain House. -Are you the fellows?" - -"Yes." - -"Then, by jing, I'll hold _you_. Twenty-five hundred is what I want, -and I want it quick." - -"Oh, rats!" grunted the man in the runabout. "I'll bet those fellows -couldn't rake up twenty-five hundred cents. Quit foolin', Jackson, and -let's go back." - -Matt and McGlory, after their recent experiences in the collision and -while chasing the sailor, were most assuredly not looking their best. -But they could have drawn a draft on Chicago for twenty-five hundred -dollars and had it honored--had they been so minded. - -"Oh, say moo and chase yourself!" cried McGlory. "You rented the car to -the Chinaman; you didn't rent it to us." - -"I'm going to hold you, anyhow," declared the man called Jackson. - -"You'll have a good time trying it," retorted the cowboy truculently. - -Jackson stepped toward McGlory. - -"Don't you get gay with me," he shouted. "I'm not going to lose a -twenty-five hundred dollar car and not make somebody smart for it. I -told the chink that was what the car was worth." - -"I know something about cars," put in Matt mildly, "and this one is out -of date--four years old, if it's a day. If it had been a modern car, -with the gasoline tank in the right place, it would never have caught -fire, and you could have saved something out of the wreck. The proper -feed is by gravity, and the right place for the tank is under the -seat----" - -"Oh, you!" sneered Jackson, "what do you know about cars?" - -"He can forget more in a minute about these chug wagons," bristled -McGlory, "than you know in a year. Put that in your brier and whiff -it. This fellow's Motor Matt, motor expert, late of Burton's Big -Consolidated Shows, where he's been exhibiting the Traquair aëroplane. -Now bear down on your soft pedal, will you?" - -"Thunder!" breathed the man in the runabout. - -"Is--is that a fact?" queried Jackson, visibly impressed. - -"It's a fact," said Matt, "but it needn't make any difference in this -case. That car of yours, Jackson, would have been dear at a thousand -dollars. You'll get every cent the car is worth, too. The Chinaman who -hired it is a mandarin. He's in this country on private business. He -has tea plantations, rice fields, and money in the bank till you can't -rest. Now, stop worrying about the damages and give my chum and me a -lift up the hill. We'll find Tsan Ti at the Kaaterskill. That's where -he's been staying for a week or two." - -Jackson was mollified. - -"Of course," said he, "I don't want to be rough with anybody, but you -understand how it is. This country is hard on cars, and I have to -charge good prices and be sure the cars are hired by men who can put -up for them if they go over a cliff or meet with any other kind of a -wreck. I'm obliged to you for your information about Tsan Ti. He's been -a good deal of a conundrum at the Kaaterskill since he's put up there. -A man, riding up from below, passed a couple of Chinamen chin-chinning -beside this wreck, and he brought word to me. That's how Jim and I -happened to come down." - -"You say the man from below passed _two_ Chinamen talking near the -car?" queried Matt, with a surprised glance at McGlory. - -"That's what he said." - -"There was only the mandarin in the car when we had the smash," said -Matt. "Where could that other one have come from?" - -McGlory said nothing, but his face was full of things he might have -said--doubts of the mandarin, of course, and vague suspicions of double -dealing. - -Jim backed the runabout around, and Matt and McGlory crowded into it. -There was a hard climb up the hill, overloaded as the runabout was, but -finally the Mountain House was passed and the other hotel reached. - -The boys, in their tattered garments, aroused considerable curiosity -among the hotel guests as they crossed the colonnaded porches and made -their way into the office. They inquired for Tsan Ti, and bellboys were -sent to the Chinaman's room and around the porches and grounds, calling -his name. - -But he wasn't to be found. - -"Up a stump some more," growled McGlory, "and all because that -jade-stone amulet got overheated and caused the mandarin to look for -trouble. Oh, blazes! _When_ will we ever acquire a proper amount of -horse sense for a couple of our size? You couldn't expect much more of -me, Matt, but--well, pard, I'm surprised at _you_." - - - - -CHAPTER IX. - -TRICKED ONCE MORE. - - -Matt and McGlory were bruised and sore. They were also pretty tired. -From the moment they had met Tsan Ti on the mountainside that morning, -they had been knocked about from pillar to post. - -"If trouble will please hold off for a couple of hours," said McGlory, -"I'll give a good imitation of a fellow snatching his forty winks -and getting ready for another round. What do you say, Matt? The -mandarin isn't here. He may come, but I wouldn't bet on it, as I'm -sort of losing faith in the yellow boy with the red button. He has a -disagreeable habit of getting out from under whenever anything goes -wrong, and we find ourselves stalled. I reckon, though, you'll want to -stay here and give him a chance to blow in?" - -"We can hold on here for two or three hours," answered Matt, "take a -bath, and a rub down, and a bit of a rest, then fasten our clothes -together with a supply of safety pins and motor back to Catskill and -get another outfit of clothes from our grips. Then, after a good -night's sleep, we'll go to Purling." - -"No matter whether the mandarin shows up or not?" - -"No matter what the mandarin does, Joe. I've worked up a big interest -in that Eye of Buddha, and I'm going to find out whether it's a fair -shake or a myth." - -"I'll bet all my share of the aëroplane money against two bits that we -never see the old hatchet boy again, and also that something hits us -before we can get back to Catskill." - -"You're guessing, Joe." - -"Well, that's my chirp, in anything from doughnuts to double eagles. -That Jackson party might as well hang that wrecked bubble in a tree as -a memento--the man with the rice fields and the tea plantations, and so -on, has started for the high timber just to dodge paying for that pile -of scrap down the trail." - -"You're wrong," said Matt confidently. - -"Wait till the cards are all on the table, pard, and then we'll see." - -They had a most refreshing bath and a long rest in a couple of -lazy-back chairs on an upper veranda. Orders had been left with the -clerk that word should be brought to them at once if Tsan Ti put in an -appearance. - -McGlory awoke from a drowse to unbosom himself of a subject which had -not, as yet, claimed its proper share of attention. - -"The fellow who came up the mountain and told Jackson there was a -burning car piled by the roadside," said he, "said there were two -Chinamen watching the conflagration. Think chink number two was Kien -Lung with another yellow cord, Matt?" - -"No." - -"Then who was he?" - -"I've been thinking that it was Sam Wing, the San Francisco Chinaman, -who has been keeping track of the two thieves for the mandarin." - -"That's you!" exclaimed McGlory. "Why, I never thought of that dark -horse. Have you any notion he coaxed the mandarin away on important -business?" - -"That's likely." - -"Anything's likely. For instance, it's quite likely the fat Chinaman is -a washee-washee boy from 'Frisco with a fine, large imagination, and -that he's stringing us." - -"Why should he want to do that?" - -"No _sabe_, but there's a lot of things we can't _sabe_ concerning this -layout." - -"Tsan Ti has money----" - -"He showed us all of a hundred in double eagles. But did he let us get -our hands on the coin? Not any. He allows, in his large and offhand -way, that he has millions of taels--but that may be one of his tales," -and McGlory grinned. - -"Anyhow," said Matt doggedly, "we ride to Purling to-morrow and see the -man at the general store." - -Matt fell into a drowse again. No one from the office came to announce -the arrival of Tsan Ti, and when the hour arrived for the evening meal -the boys had their supper sent to their room. They were not arrayed -properly for "dining out." - -Following the meal they patched up their garments with safety pins, -settled their bill, and walked over to the Mountain House garage. Dusk -was falling as they trundled their machines into the road and lighted -their lamps. - -"We'll have an easier time of it going down the mountain," said Matt, -"than we had coming up." - -"Don't be so sure, pard," answered McGlory. "There are a number of -things to trouble us besides the road." - -"Don't cross any trouble bridges until you come to them, Joe," advised -Matt. - -The motor boys were feeling a little stiff and sore, but their engines -were humming cheerfully, and there was a joy for them in the downward -spin through the woods. - -They remembered the tree root, and slowed down for it as it came under -their headlights; and they also remembered the location of the wrecked -automobile and gave it a wide berth. - -At about the place where they had encountered the one-eyed sailor, with -everything going smoothly and a fair prospect of reaching Catskill in -record time, the crack of a firearm suddenly split the still air to the -left of the road. Startled, they clamped on the brakes and came to a -halt in time to hear a shrill cry of "Help! help!" ringing out weirdly -from the dark woods. - -"Sufferin' hold-ups!" murmured McGlory. "And here we are with nothing -more than a couple of jack-knives to our names." - -"What do you suppose it can be?" asked Matt, dropping the bracket from -his rear wheel and letting the motor cycle stand in the road. - -He moved off toward the left and listened. - -"There's a row on in there," declared McGlory. "I can hear some one -pounding around in the timber." - -"So can I," said Matt. "We've got to do what we can, Joe. That may mean -robbery--or worse. Come on!" - -The generous instincts of the motor boys prompted them to go at once to -the assistance of a possible victim, and they hurried into the timber. -The sounds of scuffling which they had heard died out suddenly, and -while they were moving around through the gloom, trying to locate the -scene of the trouble, there reached their ears the chug-chugging of -motors getting under way. - -"Our motor cycles!" exclaimed Matt, darting back toward the road. - -"Gad-hook it all!" cried McGlory; "it was a frame-up! A trick to run -off our wheels!" - -Although they were only a few moments regaining the road, the lamps of -the two motor cycles were gleaming more than a hundred feet away. - -"Stop!" yelled Matt, racing down the road. - -His answer was a raucous laugh--such a laugh as they had heard before. -And then came the words, bellowed hoarsely: - -"Leave the Eye o' Buddha alone!" - -After that silence, during which the gleaming lamps turned an angle in -the road and were blotted from sight. - -"Seems to me," said McGlory grimly, "I've heard that voice before." - -Motor Matt did not reply at once. Perhaps his feelings were too deep -for words. - -"And I was expecting something, too!" said the cowboy, in a spasm of -self-reproach. "Sufferin' easy marks! Matt, some of the stuff from -those glass balls must still be playing hob with our brains. Otherwise, -how is it these backsets keep happening in one, two, three order? There -go a pair of motor bikes that'll stand us in four hundred good big -cart wheels. That was right, what you said before we left those wheels -and flocked into the timber. That shot and those sounds of a scuffle -_did_ mean robbery. That's a lesson for us never to help a person in -distress. Likewise it's a hint that we'd better pull out and leave the -mandarin to manage his own troubles." - -"It's a hint that we'd better go to Purling to-morrow and look for -Grattan," and there was an unwonted sharpness in Motor Matt's voice -that caused McGlory to straighten up and take notice. - -"When you tune up that way," said the cowboy, "it means mischief. There -was another man with the Hottentot. Do you think the _hombre_ was this -Grattan sharp?" - -"No. Grattan is expecting the sailor at Purling to-morrow. This was -some one else." - -"The ruby thieves have quite an extensive gang. It's walk for us, from -here to Catskill." - -"From here to the first farmhouse," corrected Matt. "We'll get some one -to take us to Catskill with a horse and buggy." - -He bit off his words crisp and sharp, which, to McGlory, proved how -deeply he resented the scurvy trick by which they had been lured away -from the motor cycles. - -"How easy it is to understand things when you look back at' em," -philosophized the cowboy, swinging along at Matt's side, down the dark -road. "The webfoot and his pal fired that shot and raised a yell for -help, then they jumped up and down in the bushes, and the result had -all the effect of a knock-down and drag-out. One-Eye must have had us -spotted, and he and his pal were lingering in the trailside brush, -watching for our headlights. Oh, yes, it was easy. The 'illustrious -ones' tumbled over themselves to fall into the trap. If I had that----" - -"There's a farmhouse," said Matt, and indicated a point of light close -to the foot of the mountain. "Nearly every house in these parts is -either a boarding house or a hotel. We can get a rig, all right, I'm -pretty sure." - - - - -CHAPTER X. - -THE DIAMOND MERCHANT. - - -It was midnight before the motor boys were deposited on the walk in -front of their hotel in Catskill. A team and two-seated wagon had -brought them, and they had not left the vicinity of the road at the -foot of the mountain until they had driven around for an hour, made -inquiries concerning two men on motor cycles, given a description of -the sailor, and passed word that the men were thieves and were to be -arrested and held if found. - -Matt, according to agreement, paid the driver who had brought them to -Catskill five dollars for his services. - -Before going to bed Matt gathered a little information concerning the -village of Purling. He learned that it was six miles from Cairo, and -that Cairo was on the railroad and could be reached by a morning train. - -But the train would not serve. By proceeding to the village in that -way, the boys would not be able to arrive before noon, and, according -to the note in the sailor's cap, they were expected at the general -store by ten o'clock. - -"We'll hire an automobile," said Matt, "and a driver that knows the -mountains. I guess we'd better speak for the machine to-night." - -At the same place where they had secured the motor cycles they -arranged for a touring car and a driver who knew the country, but the -arrangement was not effected until they had deposited three hundred -dollars as a guaranty that the motor cycles would be returned, or the -owner indemnified for their loss. - -"Three hundred plunks gone where the woodbine twineth," mourned -McGlory, as they were going to bed, "and all because we're helping to -turn a trick for Tsan Ti. Good business--I don't think." - -"This Grattan," said Matt, "is probably lying low somewhere near -Purling. If he isn't, he wouldn't be making it so hard for his pal -to get at him. The sailor will be there, and he won't get to see -Grattan without the letter. We'll catch the fellow, and we may catch -Grattan--say nothing of the possibility of recovering the Eye of -Buddha." - -"We'll draw a blank in the matter of that idol's eye, pard, you take it -from me. But there's a chance of our putting a fancy kibosh on Bunce -and getting back the go-devil machines. Still, there's also a splendid -chance for a fall down. Listen. The _Hottentot_ man examines the note -in his cap. He sees it's not the few lines he got from Grattan, but a -lot of 'con' talk from the mandarin. That leaves One Eye in the air, -but gives him a line on _us_. What'll happen? I wish I knew." - -"The sailor may not look at the letter in his hat until he gets to -Purling, so----" - -"Don't think it, pard. That would be too much luck to come at a time -when we're hocussed crisscross and both ways." - -By seven the boys were up, had overhauled their grips, and got into -fresh clothes, and were sitting down to breakfast at the first call. By -seven-thirty the touring car was at the door for them, freshly groomed -and shining like a new dollar. - -It was a sixty horse-power machine, and a family carryall for the -personal use of the proprietor of the garage. Not having been used for -hackabout purposes, the car was more dependable than one that had been -hammered about over the rough roads by anybody who could tell the spark -plug from the magneto and had five dollars an hour to pay for a junket. - -The proprietor, who was a good fellow at heart and wanted to do -everything possible to help the boys recover the stolen motor cycles, -made this concession. So, with Matt in the driver's seat, the native -who knew the way beside him, and McGlory with the tonneau all to -himself, the touring car flashed out of Catskill Landing and took to -the hills. - -Of the drive Motor Matt made that morning, the driver on his left -entertained the most enthusiastic recollections. Never had he seen a -car handled so cleverly; and when the car balked--which the best of -cars will do now and then--the way the king of the motor boys located -the difficulty and adjusted it was something to think about. - -At nine-thirty the touring car landed its passengers in front of the -general store. Two men were sunning themselves on the bench in front, -and a sleeping dog looked up lazily, snapped at a fly, and then went to -sleep again. - -"Where's Mr. Pryne?" asked Matt, stepping up to the two men on the -bench. - -"I'm Pryne," answered one of the two, measuring Matt with an expectant -light in his faded blue eyes. - -"Look at this," said Matt, and presented the letter from Grattan. - -The man, who was roughly dressed and certainly had nothing to do with -the store, studied the writing carefully. - -"This is all right," he remarked; "_all_ right, but"--and his eyes -traveled doubtfully over McGlory--"only one was expected." - -"Don't worry about that, Mr. Pryne," answered Matt genially; "this -chap," and he lowered his voice to a whisper, "is a pal." - -"There's another one to go," murmured Pryne. - -Matt was startled; then, thinking the other one was the sailor, he -braced himself for short, sharp work. "Where is the other one, Pryne?" - -"Here," and Pryne indicated the other man who had been sitting with him -on the bench. - -Matt gave more careful attention to this other individual. He was a -Hebrew--one glance was sufficient to decide that. Also, he was ornately -clad, wearing many large diamonds and making a fulsome display of -heavy gold watch chain. The Jew pushed forward with a wink and an -ingratiating smile. - -"Goldstein is der name," said he, thrusting out a hand. "I'm der -man from New York, yes, der"--and he whispered the rest in Matt's -ear--"diamond merchant. You know for vat I come." - -A thrill ran through the king of the motor boys. No, he did not know -"for vat" the diamond merchant had come, but he guessed that it was to -purchase the Eye of Buddha. The mandarin's story was being borne out by -every fresh development. - -"We're a little ahead of time," observed Pryne, "but I guess it won't -make no difference." - -"Not the least," replied Matt. "I don't believe it will be necessary -for me to take my pal along, so I'll just give him a few instructions -about the motor car and we'll be going. This way, Joe," and Matt took -McGlory to one side for a brief talk. - -"What you going to do when you reach where you're going, with all that -gang against you?" whispered the cowboy. "The outfit would be more than -a handful for the two of us--and here you're cutting me out of the game -right at the start." - -"No," whispered Matt, "I'm not cutting you out of the game. You've got -the most important part to play. Listen. Find a constable, if you can -do it in a hurry, and pick up two or three more men and follow us. Do -it carefully, so that Pryne won't suspect. Also tell the driver of -the car to look out for the one-eyed sailor. If he comes here at ten -o'clock, tell the driver to have him captured and held--and the other -man, too, if they both come. That's your programme, Joe, and everything -depends on you." - -The cowboy's eyes began to glitter and snap as the gist and vital -importance of his pard's instructions drifted through his mind. - -"You know you can bank on me, Matt," he answered. "But don't move too -fast--make a delay. I've got a lot to do, and you're liable to get so -far ahead I'll lose track of you." - -"I'll delay matters as much as I can." - -Matt returned to Goldstein. - -"Where's Pryne?" he queried, observing, with a qualm, that the guide -had vanished. - -"He is gone for der team," replied Goldstein. "I am sorry," he added, -jumping to another subject, "that der price of precious stones is come -down. Fancy prices don't rule no more for such luxuries." - -"You'll have to pay something for this treasure from the temple of -Honam if you get it," answered Matt. - -"I will do all that is in reason, yes, but der chances vas great, and I -take them." - -"Haven't Grattan and I taken chances, Goldstein?" returned Matt sharply. - -"You have, yes. Well, we shall see, we shall see." - -Goldstein was carrying a small satchel which he kept in hand -continually, whether he was sitting down or standing up. - -"I come prepared to talk business," he said, with a sly grin, directing -his glance at the satchel. "My orders was to wait here until Bunce iss -arrived with der letter. I had a letter myself," he laughed. - -At this juncture Pryne drove around the corner of the building and drew -up at the platform in front of the store. - -"Jump in, gents," said he. "It won't be long till I snake you out to my -place." - -Matt and Goldstein climbed into the back seat. Under the seat was a bag -of ground feed. As Pryne was driving out of town, Matt drew his knife -from his pocket, opened the blade, and dropped a hand over the back of -the seat. - -A jab or two with the knife made a hole in the bag. The wagon was -an old one, and the boards in the bottom of the box had wide cracks -between them. Looking back casually, Matt saw that a fine trail of -"middlings" was leaking into the road. - -"That will do the trick," he thought exultantly. "My cowboy pard can be -depended on to attend to the rest." - - - - -CHAPTER XI. - -THE OLD SUGAR CAMP. - - -Pryne's team was by no means a swift one. The horses jogged slowly out -into the hills, Pryne constantly plying a gad. - -"Seems to me like," remarked Pryne, looking around suddenly, "that -Grattan allowed Bunce had only one eye." - -"That's another pal of his," said Matt coolly. "You've got us mixed, -Pryne." - -"Waal, mebby. Git ap, there," he added to the horses; "you critters are -slower'n merlasses in January." - -For a few minutes they rode in silence, the dust eddying around them -and only the creak of the wagon, the thump of the horses' hoofs, and -the swish of the gad breaking the stillness. - -Goldstein, his satchel on his knees, kept flicking a gaudy and heavily -perfumed handkerchief in front of his face to clear away the dust. -Matt was busy with his thoughts, and was wondering what was to happen -at the end of the journey. - -Abruptly, Pryne turned again in his seat. - -"Seems, too," he ventured, "as how Grattan said this Bunce was a sailor -an' wore sailor clothes." - -"That's the other fellow again, Pryne," Matt smiled. "You haven't got -much of a memory, I guess." - -"Waal, it ain't long, but it's mighty keen." - -"My cracious," murmured Goldstein, "but der dust is bad. How much -farther is it yet?" - -"We turn at the next crossroads and pull up a hill," answered Pryne; -"then we leave the hill road for a ways, an' we're there. It's my ole -sugar camp. Trees is mostly played out, though, an' we don't make sugar -there no more. It kinder 'pears to me like," he added, another thought -striking him, "Grattan said Bunce had whiskers around his jaws." - -"That's the other pal," said Matt. - -"Git ap, there, Prince!" called Pryne, slapping the off horse with the -gad. - -"How long have you known Grattan, Pryne?" inquired Matt. - -"Always, since I got married. My wife's his sister. Annaballe--that's -the old woman--she's English, she is. Come over visitin' in Cairo, -ten year back, an' I up and asked her to marry me. Grattan was to the -weddin', an' that was the first an' only time we'd met till a few days -ago. Great traveler, Grat is. He's been to Ejup, an' Rooshia, an' Chiny -an' all them countries. Great traveler. Takes pictur's for these here -movin'-picture machines." - -Matt heard this with interest. It reminded him of another time when -he had encountered a moving-picture man and had had a particularly -thrilling experience. And this experience with Grattan promised to be -even more thrilling. - -"Is the sugar camp a safe place?" asked Matt. - -"Nobody ever goes to the old camp now no more," replied Pryne. - -"My cracious, vat a dust!" said Goldstein. "How big is der Eye?" he -whispered to Matt. - -"Wait till you see it," Matt answered. - -"Pigeon's blood, yes?" - -Matt supposed he meant to ask if the Eye of Buddha was a pigeon's blood -ruby. Taking a chance, Matt nodded. - -"She is a true Oriental, eh?" went on Goldstein, a greedy glint coming -into his eyes. - -"It must be if it comes from China." - -"So! If she weigh five carat, she is vorth ten times so much as a -diamond. But diamonds ain't vorth so much now." - -Matt looked behind him. The sack of middlings was half emptied. - -"Are we halfway to the old sugar camp, Pryne?" Matt called. - -"Better'n that," was the reply. "Here's where we turn for up the hill." - -The hill was long and high, and the road turned into a little-used -trail and ascended through timber. The horses pulled and panted and the -gad fell mercilessly. - -"Somethin' of a climb," said Pryne casually. "One of them tires back -there is loose--the one on the right-hand side. Kinder keep an eye on -it, will you?" - -Matt looked at the tire, which was on his side of the wagon. As yet, -it was all right. Matt hoped it would remain so, for if Pryne got out -to drive it on he might discover the loss of his middlings--and other -things which would have a tendency to excite his suspicions. - -"Der dust ain't so much here," observed Goldstein, in a tone of relief. - -"Ain't so many wagons to churn it up," said Pryne. - -Then fell silence again, Matt busy with his thoughts. - -Where was Tsan Ti? While Matt was running down the Eye of Buddha for -him, what was the Chinaman, to whom the recovery of the ruby meant so -much, doing? - -These speculations were bootless, and Matt fell to thinking of the -glass balls. If Grattan had a supply of them, all the men McGlory could -bring would not be able to prevent him from getting away. - -Success in the king of the motor boys' venture hung by an exceedingly -slender thread. - -"It will be hard business to cut it up," came the voice of Goldstein, -breaking roughly into Matt's somber reflections. - -"Hard to cut what up?" Matt asked. - -"Der Eye. When it ain't best to sell precious stones in one piece, then -we cut them up." - -Matt understood what the Jew was driving at. Large diamonds are hard -to market, especially if the diamonds have been stolen. In order to -dispose of them they are often cut up into smaller stones. - -"You see," proceeded Goldstein, "dis ruby is valuable because of its -size, yes. Der size makes all der difference. If it is cut under fife -carat, dere vasn't much sale. Anyhow, diamonds is sheaper as they was. -I lose a lot of money by der fall in der price of diamonds." - -"Here's where we turn from the hill road an' strike out for the sugar -camp," remarked Pryne. - -He swerved from the steep road as he spoke and drove into a bumpy swath -cut through the timber. For half a mile or more they jolted and banged -along, then Pryne pulled to a halt. - -"I'll hitch here," said he, getting out, "an' I'll leave the rig. -The rest of the way we'll go on foot. It ain't fur," he added -hastily, noticing the solicitous glance which Goldstein threw at his -patent-leather shoes. - -"First time I efer come to a place like this to buy precious stones," -remarked the Jew, clambering slowly down. - -Matt had a bad two minutes waiting for Pryne to hitch the horses and -fearing he would come to the rear of the wagon and discover the slashed -bag of feed. But Pryne was apparently unsuspicious. - -Turning away from the tree to which he had hitched the horses, he -called to Matt and Goldstein to follow him. - -Their path took them through the old sugar "bush," among maples that -were dead and dying and whose trunks were deeply scarred by the sap -hunters. Presently an old log building came into view. - -"There's the place," said Pryne. - -Part of the building was nothing more than a tumble-down shed. One end -of the structure, however, was walled in, and seemed to have been made -habitable by the use of rough boards. - -A length of stovepipe stuck up through the roof--about the only visible -sign that the place was used as a dwelling. - -With Pryne in the lead, the odd little group moved around the side of -the log wall to a door. - -To say that Matt's heart did not beat more quickly, or that visions of -violence did not float before his mental gaze, would be to say that he -was not human. - -He had a keen realization of the dangers into which he was about to -throw himself. The moment he passed the door deception would be a -thing of the past. Grattan would recognize him as a stranger--a prying -stranger who had come to the sugar camp with the intention of securing -the Eye of Buddha. - -Matt's problem was to engage Grattan's attention, and keep him from -going to extremes, until McGlory should arrive with reënforcements. - -Just how Matt was to do this he did not know. He was trusting to -luck--and luck had not been favoring him to any great extent lately. - -The door of the log hut was closed. Pryne rapped on it. - -"Who's there?" demanded a voice from within. - -"It's Pryne, Grat," was the answer. - -"Goldstein and Bunce with you?" - -"Sure. I've fetched 'em." - -"Then bring them in. I'm ready and waiting." - -Pryne bore down on the wooden latch and threw open the door. - -"Go right in, gents," said he, stepping back. - -Goldstein, with a laugh, passed through the door first. Matt followed. -Pryne brought up the rear and closed the door. - -What light there was in the one room in which Matt found himself came -through the broken roof. There were no windows in the log walls. - -"He was there, all right, Grat," cried Pryne, with a loud guffaw, "an' -he didn't make no bones about comin' with me. He was mighty anxious to -come, seemed like, but I don't calculate he guessed he'd find so many -folks here." - -Matt's eyes, by that time, had become accustomed to the gloom, and he -was able to look around and distinguish various objects. - -First, he saw a heavy-set man on a bench. This man had a dark face and -a sinister eye, and was leaning back against the wall. Both his hands -clung to a buckthorn cane with a large wooden handle. The cane was -crossed against one of his knees and held it slightly elevated. - -"Throw yer binnacle lights this way, my hearty, as soon's ye're done -sizin' up my shipmate," came a voice from the opposite side of the room. - -Matt whirled, a startled exclamation escaping his lips. - -It was the one-eyed sailor who had spoken. The fellow was sitting on -another bench, a wide grin on his weather-beaten face. - -The trap had been sprung--and it was the most complete trap Matt had -ever been in. - -"I told ye more'n once to leave the Eye o' Buddha alone," chuckled -Bunce, "but ye wouldn't take a warnin'. _Now_, see where ye are!" - - - - -CHAPTER XII. - -A TIGHT CORNER. - - -It was a characteristic of Motor Matt that he never became "rattled." -A clear head and steady nerves were absolutely essential in his chosen -career. To these he added a quick and sure judgment. - -"Surprised, are you?" asked Grattan, with a choppy laugh. - -"Well, yes, in a way," replied Matt coolly. - -"I wonder if you know what you're up against?" - -"You have a stolen ruby, called the Eye of Buddha, and Goldstein is -here to buy it." - -"My cracious!" gasped the Jew, throwing up his hands. - -There was no doubting his surprise, so Matt knew that he, at least, was -not in the plot. - -"Close your face, Goldstein," scowled Grattan. "This business isn't -going to bother you. Take a seat, Motor Matt," he added. "We'll have a -little chin-chin before we get busy." - -There was an empty bench along the end wall. Matt walked over to it and -seated himself, glad that there was to be a "chin-chin." This meant -delay, and would give time for McGlory to arrive with reënforcements. - -"I don't understand what's der matter," gulped Goldstein, pressing back -against the wall and hugging his satchel in his arms. "I don't like der -looks of things, no." - -"You can't help the looks of things," snapped Grattan, "and you'll -understand the situation a lot better before you get away from this -sugar camp. Sit down." - -There was a three-legged stool close to the Jew, and he dropped down on -it in a state of semi-collapse. His eyes passed to Pryne, who had drawn -a revolver and was standing in front of the door. Undoubtedly Goldstein -had a lot of money in his satchel with which to pay for the ruby, so it -is small wonder he was worried upon finding himself a participator in -such a scene. - -"I thought der young feller was Bunce!" he exclaimed, moistening his -dry lips with his tongue. - -"Put a stopper on your jaw-tackle!" yelled the sailor. "That's the line -we've run out to you for now, and you'll lay to it." - -The Jew swallowed hard on a lump in his throat and fell limply against -the wall behind him. - -Goldstein had even more to lose as the outcome of that desperate -situation than had Matt, but the king of the motor boys saw at a glance -that he was absolutely useless so far as resistance was concerned. - -Grattan dropped his suspended foot on the floor and turned to Pryne. - -"Did any one come with Motor Matt, Pryne?" he inquired. - -"Two fellers come with him," was the response. "They got to Purling in -a automobile." - -"Who were those fellows, Motor Matt?" demanded Grattan, shooting a -sharp glance at the young motorist. - -"The driver of the car, from Catskill Landing," said Matt, "and my -chum, Joe McGlory." - -"Why did you leave them in Purling?" - -"The driver had to stay to look after the car, and I didn't think it -was necessary to bring McGlory along for a bodyguard." - -Grattan threw back his head and peered at Matt through half-closed eyes. - -"You're a cool one," he remarked. "Why were you coming here to see me?" - -"I wanted to get the ruby." - -Bunce roared. Grattan commanded silence sharply, and the sailor's -merriment ceased as suddenly as it had begun. - -"Did you think," went on Grattan, "that you could, single-handed, take -the ruby from me by force?" - -Matt was silent. - -"Or did you think you could talk me out of it?" - -"I hadn't much of an idea what I could do," said Matt. "It was just -barely possible you'd be generous enough, when you learned the -circumstances, to give or sell the Eye of Buddha to Tsan Ti." - -Grattan curbed the old sailor's fresh inclination to laugh with a quick -look. - -"What are the circumstances?" he queried. - -"Tsan Ti has received the yellow cord. If he does not recover the -idol's eye in two weeks, he must destroy himself." - -"Young man," said Grattan, "I have been two years planning to get my -clutches on the Eye of Buddha. I have haunted Canton, feasted my eyes -upon that priceless splash of red in the forehead of the idol in the -Honam Joss House until the itch to possess it fairly drove me mad. But -the temple was too well guarded, the priests too many, and the walls -too high. It was only when I learned of the balls of Ptah and their -powers that the feat looked at all feasible. In order to see these -balls of Ptah for myself, I made the long journey from Hongkong to the -ruins of Karnak on the Nile." - -Taking the buckthorn cane under his arm, Grattan stepped across the -room to a table near the bench where Bunce was sitting. On the table -rested a small box with a strap handle. Grattan opened the lid of the -box, and from a nest of cotton picked one of the shimmering glass -balls. He handled the ball gently, and a glow came into his eyes as he -held it up. - -"A quantity of these balls," he proceeded, "were unearthed a year ago -from among the ruins of Karnak. They are of Egyptian glass, thousands -of years old, and each of the big beads has blown into its surface -the _praenomen_ of Hatasu, a queen who is conjectured to have lived -more than fourteen hundred years before our era. A party of workmen -discovered the balls, and chanced to break one of them." Grattan -paused, turning the shimmering sphere around and around in his hand. -"All the workmen," he went on, "were thrown into an unconscious -condition, and it was in this manner that the peculiar properties of -the balls were discovered. Why they are called the balls of Ptah I -don't know, and what they contain that has such a peculiar effect on -living beings, no one has ever been able to discover. But I heard of -them, stole a dozen, and tried one on the museum guards in making my -escape. It answered the purpose," he went on dryly. "If it had not, I -would have been caught." - -Almost reverently he replaced the ball in the cotton-lined case and -closed the lid. Returning to his bench, he resumed his original -position, sweeping an amused glance around him at the awed faces of -Goldstein, Pryne, and Matt. - -"Armed with one of the balls of Ptah," he proceeded, "I picked up the -ancient mariner"--he nodded toward Bunce--"and we manufactured a silk -ladder twenty feet long, and weighted it at one end. Then, one day, -we repaired to the Honam Joss House at five in the afternoon. That -ball of Egyptian glass, crushed to fragments on the floor, overcame -the priests. Bunce and I protected our own faces with masks, equipped -with oxygen tubes reaching into small tanks of compressed air in our -pockets. To throw the weighted end of the ladder over the head of Ptah -took us possibly a minute; for me to climb the ladder and dig the ruby -from the idol's forehead consumed possibly five minutes; and for Bunce -and me to get out of the temple took five minutes more. We were safely -out of Canton when the storm broke." - -Matt had listened to all this in supreme wonder. The audacity of the -undertaking caused his pulses to stir, but he wondered why Grattan -should recount such an exploit to him, and in the hearing of Pryne and -Goldstein. - -"You know now," continued Grattan, "what the Eye of Buddha has cost me, -and you say it is just barely possible I would be generous enough to -yield the gem to Tsan Ti in order to save his life!" - -"Or you might sell it to him," suggested Matt. - -"I might, if he could pay what it is worth." - -"Grattan," spoke up Goldstein with sudden fervor, "you have promised me -der first shance!" - -"Keep still!" growled Grattan. "You'll get all the chance you want -before you leave here." - -"The mandarin is a rich man," said Matt, who, of course, was parleying -merely to gain time. - -"He has a little money with him, but that is all. Every plantation he -owns in China, every string of cash in his strong boxes is guarded by -the regent. If he does not recover the Eye of Buddha, the property -will be confiscated. And he can't touch a cent of his fortune until he -returns the ruby to its place in the idol's head. So, you see, your -friend, the mandarin of the red button, is in a bally hard fix. He -can't buy the ruby, and certainly I won't give it to him." - -This was intensely interesting to Matt. He was listening, now, in a -casual way, for the approach of McGlory and his party, and he was -planning what he could do with the balls of Ptah in order to keep -Grattan from using them. - -"You're a clever lad, Motor Matt," went on Grattan, "and I admire -clever people. You performed a neat trick when you removed that folded -note from Bunce's cap. It was a foolish place to keep such a thing, but -Bunce is a good deal of a fool. For instance, I reached the Catskill -Mountains with six of the balls of Ptah--the only ones of the kind to -be had--and the crack-brained sailor man stole two of them and threw -them away on you and your chum, gaining little and losing something -which might prove of priceless value to us." - -"Now, shipmate," began Bunce, in a wheedling voice, "you don't get the -right splice on that piece of rope; you----" - -"That'll do," said Grattan, waving his hand. - -Bunce subsided. The power of Grattan over the sailor was absolute. It -was easy to see whose had been the plotting mind and the guiding hand -in the exploits of the two. - -"You are sharp enough to wonder, I suppose," said Grattan, again -addressing Matt, "why I am going into these private details for your -benefit. The answer is simple. Our plans are laid to leave here -to-day. You can't stop us, no one can stop us. The balls of Ptah will -disarm all opposition, and the four of them will see us out of the -country with Goldstein's money." - -"But if Goldstein has the Eye of Buddha," said Matt, "I will know it -and can prove it. He can't hold stolen property." - -"Certainly he can't. Goldstein gets the ruby and we get Goldstein's -money. You have Goldstein arrested and prove in a court of law that he -bought the idol's eye from the original thieves. Then----" - -A howl came from Goldstein. - -"I von't buy, I von't buy! That is a skin game. I von't buy der stone." - -"Oh, yes, you will," and, for the first time, a laugh came from -Grattan's lips. "You've brought the money and you'll buy before you -leave." - -Then, for the first time, Goldstein understood the true meaning of the -situation. He flashed a wild look at Pryne and the revolver, and sank -back against the wall and groaned. - - - - -CHAPTER XIII. - -A MASTER ROGUE. - - -"As I said before," resumed Grattan, "I admire clever people. Goldstein -is not clever. I send a letter to him at New York and tell him to come -to Purling, ask for Pryne at the general store, and bring money enough -to buy the Eye of Buddha. His covetous soul prompts him to defy the -law, buy the ruby for half its value, and cheat Bunce and me. He rushes -into the trap. I tell you he is as big a fool as Bunce--almost." - -"Mercy!" begged Goldstein. "Oh, Mister Grattan, don't rob me! Der price -of diamonds has gone off, and I lose much money----" - -"Silence!" thundered Grattan. - -Goldstein fell whimpering back against the wall. - -"It was only by a chance, Motor Matt," went on Grattan, "that I -discovered your trick in exchanging a letter of your own for one of -mine in the ancient mariner's cap. Bunce did not know I was harbored -in this old sugar camp. Pryne knew it, and also my sister, who happens -to be Pryne's wife. No one else knew it. Bunce and I had discovered -that we were being trailed by a San Francisco Chinaman, and that he was -firing telegrams back to the slope for Tsan Ti. From Catskill I came -here to wait until the ruby could be exchanged for Goldstein's money. -Bunce went around the vicinity of Catskill keeping watch for the spying -Chinaman, and for Tsan Ti. He didn't find the 'Frisco hatchet boy, but -he did discover, this forenoon, that the mandarin was staying at the -hotel on the mountain. Bunce was traveling around in an automobile, and -he had my letter asking him to come to Purling, which I had mailed to -him at the Catskill post office. When he found Tsan Ti was staying in -the hotel, Bunce thought he would hurry to Purling and take his chance -of finding me. On the way down the mountain, as ill luck would have it, -he passed you and the mandarin. Then came that exchange of notes. When -Bunce discovered that, his panic was still further increased. The road -he took to Purling passed along the foot of this hill. - -"I was out taking my constitutional, at the time, and fate threw Bunce -and me together, for I hailed him as he was passing. The driver of the -automobile was a man we both knew we could trust. Bunce and I had a -talk, and I read the letter you had put in his hat in the place of the -one I had sent. The circumstances attending the exchange of that note -convinced me that in you I had an uncommonly clever person to deal -with. I guessed that you would use the note and try to find out where -I was. I didn't want you to do that, but I arranged with Pryne, if you -did, to bring you out here. I also sent Bunce on the rightabout back -to the mountainside, and told him to make away with your motor cycles. -That, I hoped, would keep you from Purling by giving you something else -to hunt for instead of the Eye of Buddha. But I didn't know you--I -failed to do your cleverness full justice. - -"Bunce went into hiding at the roadside from the mountain top, knowing -you would have to come that way. When you sped down the road in an -automobile, with your chum and Tsan Ti, Bunce was rattled. He had been -expecting you on motor cycles, and had framed up a little plan which -he worked so successfully later. However, he put a bullet into one of -the automobile tires and caused a smash. The fool! He came near getting -us into the toils of the law so deep we could never have escaped. His -folly continued, however, when he skulked close to the burning machine -to note the extent of the ruin he had caused. He had a close call when -you took after him. More by luck than by any good judgment, he got away -from you, and was close enough to see and hear what went on when the -owner of the wrecked automobile met and talked with you in the road. - -"Bunce hunted up the driver of the car, who had been waiting for him in -a convenient place not far from the road. The two went into hiding in -the brush, spotted your motor-cycle lamps, captured your machines, and -the wheels are now handily by to help us in our getaway." - -Matt had listened to this talk abstractedly. He was waiting and -listening for McGlory and the reënforcements. Why didn't they come? -They had had ample time, and Matt was positive they would pick up -the trail he had left and follow without difficulty. McGlory was a -good trailer, and he would be quick to understand the sifted line of -middlings when he saw it. - -"Shipmate," said Bunce, "you haven't given me my proper rating. It -wasn't all luck an' touch an' go with me. I done noble, I did." - -"You mean well, Bunce, but you're not clever," said Grattan. - -"My eye! Wasn't it clever the way I put on them scarecrow fixin's in -the cornfield?" - -"And then lost your nerve and ducked while Motor Matt and his chum were -looking at you? Oh, yes, that _was_ clever." - -There was scorn in Grattan's voice. - -Matt had heard enough to realize that Grattan was a master rogue. He -was playing a bold game, and with consummate skill. He was willing to -talk, to lay bare the innermost details of his work, for he had planned -escape and felt sure he would get away. Matt wondered if he would not -succeed in spite of McGlory and the men he was to bring with him. - -Those balls, those balls of Ptah! They appeared to be the key that was -to help Grattan through the coil of the law. - -"I am rewarding you, Motor Matt, for your cleverness," pursued Grattan, -"and for the narrow escape Bunce gave you in that automobile. The -reward is the Eye of Buddha. I sell it to Goldstein for the money he -has in that satchel; then, while Bunce and I are safely out of the hut, -I break one of the balls of Ptah by hurling it through the open door; -you and Goldstein become unconscious; you recover and make a prisoner -of Goldstein; and, finally, by due process of law, you recover the ruby -for Tsan Ti. Very simple. So far as I can see, Goldstein is the only -one to suffer." - -Matt was still listening, listening. Where in the world was McGlory? - -Grattan turned toward the shivering Jew. - -"Goldstein," said he sternly, "how much money have you in that satchel?" - -"Mercy, Mr. Grattan!" implored the diamond merchant. "I have lost much -money by der decline in----" - -"How much have you in the satchel?" repeated Grattan. - -"Only a little, Mr. Grattan. I dit not bring much." - -"Didn't you bring enough to pay a good price for the ruby?" - -"How was I to know vat der ruby was worth? Fife thousand dollars is -what I brought----" - -"Five thousand! Five thousand to pay me for two years of planning, and -the risk! You have brought more than that." - -"Where is der ruby, Mr. Grattan?" - -"Where you'll not find it until I see how much money you have in the -satchel. Give it to Bunce. Bunce, you open the grip and count the -money." - -"Don't do that, please, Mr. Grattan! I have lost much money by der drop -in----" - -"Take it over and give it to Bunce." - -Tremblingly, Goldstein got up with his precious satchel. His face was -pallid, and he seemed scarcely able to move. He started toward the -sailor; then, suddenly, when he was close to Pryne, he whirled and -grabbed at the exposed revolver. - -The satchel dropped, and Goldstein, with the fury of desperation, -fought like a madman. It was his money he was fighting for--money that -was, perhaps, dearer to him than life itself. Nothing else could have -goaded him into such a mad attempt to escape from the hut. - -Bunce sprang toward the struggling pair at the door, and Grattan also -arose and stepped toward them. - -This offered Matt a chance for a daring _coup_. Unseen in the -excitement, and unheard because of the noise of the scuffle, he glided -to the table and opened the box. Deftly he extracted one of the balls -and allowed the box-cover to fall into place. The ball passed into his -pocket. - -While he stood by the table, Grattan suddenly caught sight of him. - -"Go back to your bench, Motor Matt!" he ordered. "You have everything -to gain and nothing to lose by sitting tight and obeying orders. Get -back, I tell you." - -Matt backed to the bench and sat down. Bunce and Pryne flung Goldstein -to the floor, and while Pryne kicked him toward his seat Bunce regained -his own place with the satchel. - -"I did not think Goldstein had it in him," laughed Grattan. "When -you take his money, you touch him in a vital place. Be sensible, -Goldstein," he added. "We've got too strong a grip on you." - -The Jew lifted himself to the stool, bruised and battered. His head was -bowed and he presented a pitiable sight. - -"Now, then, Bunce," said Grattan, "look into the satchel. Let's see how -much Goldstein brought with him for purposes of barter. I didn't expect -to get anywhere near what the Eye of Buddha was worth, but----" - -There came a pounding on the door. Instantly all were on their feet, -consternation written large in every face but Grattan's and Matt's. -Grattan believed that, even with intruders at hand, he was master of -the situation. Matt, armed with one of the balls of Ptah, was inclined -to dispute the question with him. - -"Open up!" cried a voice. - -There was a bar across the door and Pryne stood with one hand on the -fastening to make sure it held against the attack. Grattan fluttered a -hand for silence. - -"Who's there?" he demanded. - -"Porter, the constable, from Purling, and five other men." - -Grattan leaped to the table and caught up the box. Holding it in -front of him, the buckthorn cane under his arm, he whispered to his -confederates: - -"Bunce, you and Pryne stand ready to leave the room. When I give the -word, go--and go quick." - -Then, lifting his voice, Grattan added: - -"Open the door, Pryne, and admit the constable from Purling and five -men." - -Pryne bent to the bar. - -"Stop!" cried Matt. - -Pryne raised himself quickly. He and Bunce, Grattan and even Goldstein -stared at the king of the motor boys. - -Matt was standing on the bench, his right hand lifted, and one of the -shimmering spheres in his hand. - -"Don't come in here yet, McGlory!" shouted Matt. "I'll give the word -when I want you to come. You see, Grattan," he added, "I'd a little -rather have my friends stay on the outside until they can come in here -_after_ I break the glass ball." - - - - -CHAPTER XIV. - -THE GLASS SPHERES. - - -Tremors shook the one-eyed sailor. The satchel quivered in his hands. -Pryne was filled with consternation, and showed it as plainly as did -Bunce. The full meaning of the situation had not dawned on Goldstein -as yet, but the light was slowly breaking. Grattan alone, of all those -confronting Matt, seemed in full possession of his wits. - -"Don't throw that, don't throw that!" stuttered Bunce. "Avast, I say!" - -"Where'd he get the thing?" demanded Pryne. - -"Clever lad!" murmured Grattan. "You must have taken that out of the -box during the disturbance caused by Goldstein. I saw you by the table, -but I didn't think that was your game. Well, what are you intending to -do? You have one of the balls and I have three. I don't know that I -grasp your intentions." - -"If these glass balls are broken," answered Matt steadily, "it means -that all of us, every person in this room, will be stretched out on the -floor, unconscious and helpless. Those outside will escape the effects -of the narcotic, or whatever it is contained in the spheres. Those who -are at the door happen to be my friends. They will wait a space; then, -after the fumes have cleared out of the room, they will come in, make -prisoners of you, Bunce and Pryne, save Goldstein's money for him, and -recover the Eye of Buddha." - -"Let me understand this fully," continued Grattan. "How do you know -those outside are your friends?" - -"Listen," said Matt. "McGlory!" he called. - -"On deck, pard!" came the answer of the cowboy. "You're in a nice row -of stumps, I must say. Who's in there with you?" - -"Grattan, Bunce, Goldstein, and Pryne." - -"What's the layout?" - -"I'm on a bench at one side of the room with one of the glass balls. -Grattan stands opposite me with three more. If I throw the ball I'm -holding, then I want you fellows to wait until it's safe to come in." - -"Speak to me about that!" - -Grattan was thoughtful. - -"How did those fellows manage to find their way here?" he asked. - -"Pryne had a sack of ground feed in the back of the wagon. I slashed it -with my knife and we left a plain trail." - -"Jumpin' Mariar!" breathed Pryne. - -"You've hit it off nicely, Pryne!" scowled Grattan. "Annabelle ought -to be proud of you for that. Bunce isn't the only fool I've been -tied up with, this time." He turned again to the king of the motor -boys. "You're deeper than I imagined, but you're a point shy in your -reasoning, son. You'll not get the Eye of Buddha by proceeding in that -fashion. I was dealing generously with you when I offered to trade the -ruby for Goldstein's money." - -"You have no right to rob Goldstein," said Matt. "I couldn't help you -without being equally guilty." - -"Goot boy!" applauded Goldstein. "That's der truth." - -"This diamond merchant," argued Grattan, "is only a 'fence' for stolen -property. He came out here to cheat me, cheat Tsan Ti, cheat the law. -We're simply beating him at his own game." - -"Two wrongs never made a right," answered Matt. - -"You talk foolishly. But, even though you carry out your plan, I say -again _you will not get the Eye of Buddha_. That is safely hidden where -it will never be found. Besides--look at Bunce." - -Matt had been giving his full attention to Grattan. He now swerved his -eyes toward the sailor and found a revolver leveled in his direction. - -"Here's Scoldin' Sairy starin' ye in the face," said Bunce. "Don't -tease us no more or she'll speak." - -"The moment that ball leaves your hand, Motor Matt," declared Grattan, -"Bunce will fire. The rest of us will be left merely unconscious on the -floor, but you--well, you're clever enough to imagine what will happen -to _you_. Are you willing to talk sense? I promise to leave the Eye of -Buddha with Goldstein in exchange for his satchel of money, but we must -be allowed to escape with the satchel." - -"I'll not help you rob Goldstein," answered Matt. - -"Ye'd rather be sent to Davy Jones' locker, I suppose?" put in Bunce. -"That's where ye'll go, as quick an' sure as though ye was wrapped in -canvas and thrown over the side with a hundred-pound shot at yer pins." - -Goldstein, palpitating between hope and despair, watched and listened -to this crossfire of threat and defiance wherein the fate of his money -was at stake. A half-crazy light arose in his eyes and he seemed -meditating some desperate move. - -Grattan lifted his voice. - -"Hello, out there! We've got Motor Matt under the point of a revolver, -and if you don't retreat from the vicinity of this hut, there'll be -shooting." - -"Is that so, pard!" came wildly from McGlory. - -"Stay where you are," cried Matt. "They won't shoot--they don't dare." - -"Bunce," began Grattan, "you'd better----" - -Grattan had no time to finish. With a wild yell of fury Goldstein flung -himself at Grattan and seized the buckthorn cane, jerking it away and -whirling it about his head. - -"The buckthorn!" shouted Bunce, in more of a panic than the Jew's -manoeuvre seemed to call for; "he's got the buckthorn cane!" - -Grattan let go of his temper for the first time, and whirled and leaped -at Goldstein. The Jew struck at him viciously, the blow falling short -and knocking the box of glass balls out of his hand and upon the floor. - -"Mask! mask!" bellowed Grattan. - -The box flew open as it fell and Matt caught a glimpse of broken glass -fragments flying out of it, and of something white lifted to the faces -of Grattan and Bunce. All was turmoil in the room. Grattan rushed -at Goldstein and tried to recover the cane. Matt flung at him the -ball--the last conscious act the king of the motor boys could remember. - -The pungent odor arose to his nostrils, choking him, blinding his eyes -and robbing him of his strength. He crashed down from the bench, and -then a mighty hand seemed to sweep over him and drop a black pall of -silence. - -Motor Matt opened his eyes. He was lying out in the sun, the bare -boughs of the maples over him, and McGlory kneeling at his side. - -"You had a rough time of it, old pard," said McGlory, "but you didn't -stop a bullet--and that's some satisfaction." - -Matt groped around in his mind to pick up the trend of events. Suddenly -all the details flashed through his brain. - -"What became of Grattan and Bunce?" he asked, sitting up. - -"They smashed through a boarded-up window, pard," replied McGlory. - -"And got away?" - -"Like a couple of streaks. They used our motor cycles." - -"Why don't you follow them?" - -"Follow them? What's the good? That happened an hour ago. The Purling -constable rushed back to the village to do some telephoning, and it's -barely possible the two tinhorns will be corralled. I wouldn't bank on -it, though. Luck hasn't been coming that way for us since we struck the -Catskills." - -"An hour ago!" muttered Matt, rubbing his forehead. "It seems as though -all this excitement had only just happened." - -"That's the way those dope balls act. I was afraid of 'em. And it -wasn't so blooming pleasant for us fellows to stand out here while -all that ruction was going on in the house. When One Eye and his pal -crashed through the window--or maybe it wasn't a window but a hole in -the wall that was just patched up with boards--we all took after 'em. -Out close to the road they jumped on a couple of motor cycles--ours, by -the looks of them--and were off a-smoking. When they came out of the -cabin they had white things over their faces----" - -"Masks," said Matt. "They had them handy. But for that you'd have found -them in the cabin along with Goldstein and me. By the way, where _is_ -Goldstein?" - -"We left him in the house. We weren't in so much of a hurry to bring -him to his senses as we were you." - -"And Pryne--what's become of him?" - -"Stretched out beside the diamond buyer." - -"Did you find the Eye of Buddha?" - -"That's a dream, Matt. No, we didn't find it. All we found was a -satchel of money--the satchel Goldstein had with him at the store in -Purling." - -"There were six of you--five with the constable. Where are the other -four?" - -"The constable miscalled the number," laughed McGlory, "so his talk -would have a bigger effect. There were only four of us all told. You -see, we left the driver of the car in Purling to look after Bunce when -he showed up there. And he was here, all the time! Sufferin' surprises! -Say, I was sure stumped when I heard the Hottentot was in that cabin." - -"There were three besides you," went on Matt, persisting in his attempt -to get the matter of numbers straight in his mind, "and the constable -has gone to Purling. Where are the other two?" - -"Here they come," and McGlory pointed to a couple of Chinamen, who at -that moment emerged from the hut. - -Matt stared and rubbed his eyes. - -"Am I still under the influence of those glass balls?" he muttered, "or -is that really Tsan Ti coming this way?" - -"It's the mandarin, fast enough," chuckled McGlory, "and the chink -that's with him is Sam Wing." - -Observing that Matt had recovered his senses, Tsan Ti hastened forward. - - - - -CHAPTER XV. - -THE EYE OF BUDDHA. - - -Tsan Ti was not particularly happy. He seemed pleased to meet Matt once -more, but underlying this pleasure was a deep and settled melancholy. - -"Greetings, astonishing friend," said the mandarin. "You have performed -actions never to be forgotten; imperishable deeds which----" - -"Cut out the frills, Tsan Ti," interrupted Matt, "and tell me where you -went after Joe and I left you at the wrecked car." - -"Sam Wing approached me while I was seeking exhaustively for the yellow -cord, which I had lost and which I had the overwhelming desire to use. -Sam Wing was ascending the mountain, traveling on foot, to gain the top -and find me. He had a report to convey. He conveyed it. He had seen -the aged mariner in Purling, and he had come at once for me. I stopped -for nothing--not even to explain my absence to you who had left me in -such hurry. I went with Sam Wing forthwith, and we found some one to -transport us to Purling. There we watched out the night in vain, and -toward morning repaired to the house of a poor person, who afforded us -food and a couch on which to rest. I was resting when Sam Wing came to -my side and declared there was a youth in the place who was hunting for -the peace officer. I went out, hoping to meet the peace officer myself -and ask for news of the sailor. Imagine my marvelous astonishment upon -discovering your distinguished friend. He wanted men and he could find -few, so Sam Wing and myself accompanied him. Accept my congratulations, -eminent friend, upon your escape. It is with sorrow, however, that I -view the flight of the sailor and that other, whom I saw, on a former -momentous occasion, wearing a sun hat with a pugree. These, I imagine, -assisted their escape out of the sense-destroying fumes." - -From his blouse, Tsan Ti developed two squares of white cloth with -holes clipped in each to fit a pair of eyes. A strong odor of drugs -accompanied the display of the masks. - -"It was objects similar to these," went on the mandarin in pensive -retrospection, "with which the thieves covered their faces in the -temple at Honam. Pah!" and he flung the bits of cloth from him in -repulsion. - -"You were a long time getting here, Joe," said Matt, turning to his -chum. - -"I was a long time getting the constable," answered Joe, "and there -wasn't another _hombre_ in the town who cared to take the risk of going -with me. Finally I found the constable, and then Tsan Ti and Sam Wing -came our way. We started, in a rig the constable borrowed from in front -of the general store." - -"You picked up the trail?" - -"Tell me about that!" laughed McGlory. "Sure we picked it up, pard. How -could we have missed it?" - -"It is unfortunate," spoke up Tsan Ti gloomily, "that the yellow -cord was lost at the time the devil car took fire. It was of great -importance to me as the means of carrying out the invitation given by -our gracious regent. The sailor and his confederate have fled, and the -Eye of Buddha has gone with them. The ten thousand demons of misfortune -continue to make me feel their displeasure. There is nothing left but -the happy dispatch." - -"Aw, cheer up," growled McGlory. "Buy a string of laundries, somewhere, -and tell your gracious regent to go hang." - -"I am bound by ancient ceremony to accept and use the cord," insisted -Tsan Ti, mildly but firmly. - -"Well, you've got a few days yet. Don't use the cord until you have to." - -"I cannot use it until I find it, solicitous friend." - -"Suppose you never find it?" - -"Then Kien Lung will hunt for me and give me a second." - -"Sufferin' heathens!" murmured McGlory, in disgust. - -Matt got to his feet. - -"Let's go and see how Goldstein is getting along," he suggested. "What -became of that satchel, Joe?" - -"We left it in the house--thought that was the safest place for it." - -"We'll have to take care of that. It contains the money Goldstein -brought to use in buying the Eye of Buddha." - -Together Matt, McGlory, Tsan Ti and Sam Wing made their way back to the -hut. Just as they reached the door Goldstein sprang to his feet, the -buckthorn cane in his hand. - -"Look at him!" exclaimed McGlory. "He's still locoed, Matt, and in -about the same state of mind you and I were when we repaired that -bursted tire, rode to the Mountain House, and went to sleep in the -hammocks." - -The diamond merchant's face was full of anger and apprehension. His -clouded faculties were still possessed of the notion, it seemed, that -his satchel of money continued to be the object of Grattan's designs. - -Jumping at the log wall, Goldstein struck a terrific blow with the head -of the cane. - -"I hope he keeps hammering the wall," breathed the cowboy. "If he ever -came at one of us like that we'd have to take him down and lash his -hands and feet. Gee, but he's vicious." - -Again and again Goldstein struck the logs with the cane. At last the -head of the cane snapped and flew into fragments, and a glittering -object flashed toward the door, struck Sam Wing and dropped downward. A -gleam of sun caught the object, and it glowed like a huge drop of blood. - -A chattering screech went up from Tsan Ti, and forthwith he slumped to -his knees and picked the object up in his trembling hands. - -Startled Chinese words came from Sam Wing; the mandarin answered, and -there followed a frantic give and take of native gibberish, mostly -whoops, grunts and falling inflections. - -"Sufferin' gold mines!" cried McGlory. "Say, pard, is that red thing -the Eye of Buddha?" - -"It must be," answered Matt excitedly, hurrying into the room and -picking up the cane and some of the fragments of the head. "Great spark -plugs!" he exclaimed, examining the pieces. - -"What do you make out, pard?" demanded McGlory. - -"Why," went on Matt, "the head of the cane was hollow, _and the ruby -was concealed in it_!" - -"No!" - -"Fact! Here, look for yourself. I wondered why Grattan was so careful -of that cane. The last thing I remember was seeing him rush at -Goldstein and try to get the cane away from him. Goldstein had grabbed -the stick and had knocked the box of glass balls out of Grattan's hand -with it. Of course, at the time Grattan tried to get the stick back, -the balls were spilling their knock-out fumes all over the room, and -he couldn't waste much time getting into his mask and lighting out. He -had to leave the cane behind--it was either that or be laid out by the -glass balls and captured. Perhaps he thought we'd never find out the -ruby was in the cane and that he could come back later and recover it." - -"Goldstein has smashed the mystery!" jubilated McGlory, "and when he -comes to he won't know a thing about it." - -Matt was dazed, and the two excited Chinamen were still gabbling like a -couple of frantic ducks; McGlory was walking around, rubbing his eyes, -and Goldstein was sitting on the stool undergoing the last stage of his -awakening. - -"What's der matter?" inquired the diamond broker. "Where is--what -is---- Ach, der satchel, der satchel!" - -His eyes had alighted on the grip, and he shot off the stool and -gathered up the precious object. His first move was to open it and make -sure of the contents. - -"Where is Grattan?" he asked, with a sudden tremor. "Where is der -feller that wanted to steal my money?" - -"You don't have to fret about him any more," said McGlory. "He's lit -out--in something of a hurry. I don't reckon he'll be back." - -"What a lucky escape, what a lucky escape!" chanted Goldstein; "mein -gracious, what a lucky escape!" - -Matt, observing that Tsan Ti and Sam Wing were not yet done with their -wild felicitations, strolled around the room. He saw the place where -Bunce and Grattan had crashed through the wall. Fire, at some time or -other when the sugar makers were boiling their sap, had eaten into the -logs, leaving a large hole which had been covered with boards. Grattan -and Bunce, knowing about the weak spot in the wall, had chose to get -out of the cabin in that way rather than by attempting to pass through -the door. - -While Matt was looking at the breach in the timbers, he heard a series -of shouts from the Chinamen. A glance in their direction gave him a -fleeting glimpse of Pryne, forcing his way through the door and over -the heads of Tsan Ti and Sam Wing. - -"That tinhorn's getting away!" shouted McGlory. - -He would have chased after Pryne had Matt not gripped him by the -shoulder and held him back. - -"Let the fellow go," said Matt. "He was roped into the game by Grattan, -and was only a tool, at the most. We've recovered the Eye of Buddha, -and have saved Goldstein's money for him, so I guess we're doing well -enough." - -The rough way the Chinamen had been treated by Pryne appeared to -have made them remember that there were others in the cabin besides -themselves. - -Tsan Ti got up, balanced the ruby on the palm of his hand, and stepped -toward Matt, as happy a mandarin as could be found, in China or out of -it. - -"See, estimable and glorious friend," he cried. "This is the Eye of -Buddha, which caused me so much misfortune and came near to causing -my death. It has been found, and but for you it would have been lost -to me forever. My life is yours, illustrious one, my fortune, my -lands--everything I own!" - -Matt paid little heed to the mandarin's rapturous talk. His eyes were -on the ruby, which was as large as a small hen's egg and of the true -pigeon's blood color. Its flashing beauty was marvelous to behold. - -"Out of my goodness of heart," went on the mandarin, "and from no -desire to insult, believe me, I shall present my eminent friend with a -thousand dollars and his expenses. Is it well, excellent one?" - -"Quite well, thank you," laughed McGlory, answering for his chum. -"Here, Tsan, take this and send it back to your gracious regent. Tell -him to use it on himself, and oblige." - -With that, the cowboy laid the ominous yellow cord across the -mandarin's shoulders. - - - - -CHAPTER XVI. - -THE BROKEN HOODOO. - - -The constable, in leaving the sugar camp for Purling to do his -telephoning, had taken his own rig. Having finished his work in -Purling, he made his return journey to the sugar camp in the automobile -which Matt and McGlory had hired. A few words were enough to convince -the driver of the car that it was useless for him to wait at the -general store for the one-eyed sailor. - -The automobile could not ascend the rough hill road, but waited at the -foot of the slope while the constable climbed to the sugar camp and -informed those there that a conveyance was ready to take them wherever -they wanted to go. - -Pryne having suddenly recovered and bolted, only Matt, McGlory, -Goldstein, and the two Chinamen were in the hut. Without loss of time -they accompanied the constable down the long wooded slope. - -"What are the prospects for capturing Bunce and Grattan, officer?" -inquired Matt, while they were slipping toward the foot of the hill. - -"Mighty poor," answered the constable, "if you want me to give it -to you straight. But I've done everythin' I could. There ain't any -telegraft line to Purling, so I had to telephone my message to Cairo. -They're pretty much all over the hills by now." - -"Then what makes you think Bunce and Grattan will get away?" - -"Why, they'll be goin' so tarnation fast on them pesky machines there -won't be any constable in the hills with an eye quick enough to -recognize 'em from the description. Anyhow, what do you care? The fat -Chinaman's happy, an' the Jew's so glad he walks lop-sided. What is it -to you whether them hoodlums git away or not?" - -"Oh, hear him!" muttered McGlory. "It means three hundred cold, hard -plunks to us, constable. The two pesky machines that took those -tinhorns away have to be paid for by Motor Matt and Pard McGlory." - -"Do tell!" - -"If you hated to hear it as bad as I hate to tell it you wouldn't ask -me to repeat." - -"Noble sir," spoke up Tsan Ti, "you and your worshipful friend shall -not be out a single tael. I, whom you have benefited, will pay for the -go-devil machines. That, if you will allow me, comes in as part of your -expenses." - -"Now, by heck," said the constable, "that's what I call doin' the -han'some thing. I've put in a leetle time myself, to-day," he added, -"an' I cal-late I'm out nigh onto ten dollars. But I helped do some -good, an' that's enough fer me." - -"Here, exalted sir," observed the mandarin, and dropped a twenty-dollar -gold piece into the constable's palm. - -"I don't believe I got any change," said the officer. - -"No change would be acceptable to me," answered Tsan Ti, with dignity. - -"Waal, now, ain't I tickled? There's a dress in that fer S'manthy an' -the kids. 'Bliged to ye." - -"The old boy's beginning to get generous, Matt," whispered McGlory. -"Maybe, after all, he really intends to fork over that thousand and -expenses." - -"Of course he does," said Matt. - -When they reached the automobile, all six of them crowded into the -car. Seven passengers--counting the driver--made tight squeezing in -accommodations built for five, but Goldstein and the constable were -dropped at Purling, and comfort followed those who remained, thereon. - -Goldstein, following his burst of ecstasy over the recovery of the -satchel, had relapsed into a subdued condition. Very likely he realized -that he was under something of a cloud, inasmuch as he had come to -Purling to treat with a thief for the loot of a magnificent haul. -Goldstein remembered that Grattan had not been at all backward in -giving Motor Matt the details of everything connected with the Eye of -Buddha, and the reflections of the diamond broker could not have been -at all comfortable or reassuring. - -Matt allowed the Jew to go his way without a rebuke. He felt that -the man had been punished enough; and, besides, he was the cause of -their discovering the place where the ruby had been concealed. But for -Goldstein, the Eye of Buddha might never have been located. - -On the way to Catskill from Purling, Matt gave an account of what had -taken place in the old sugar camp. Grattan had been at considerable -pains to explain many things that had been dark to Matt and his -friends, and the king of the motor boys passed along the explanation. - -The history of the Egyptian balls was particularly interesting to Tsan -Ti, no less than other details connected with the robbery; and the way -Bunce had played tag up and down the mountainside with Matt and McGlory -held a deep fascination for the cowboy. - -"Taking this little fracas by and large," observed McGlory, when Matt -had finished, "I think it's about the most novel piece of business I -ever had anything to do with. It began with a lot of 'con' paper talk -shoved at Pard Matt by Tsan Ti, and from the moment we met up with -the mandarin there's been nothing to it but excitement, and a little -uncertainty as to just where the lightning was going to strike next." - -"You two illustrious young men," said Tsan Ti gravely, "have laid me -under staggering obligations. Money may pay you for your loss of time, -but nothing except my gratitude can requite you for the excellence of -your service. You will hear from me through Sam Wing to-morrow." - -The boys got out of the automobile at the hotel, and Matt had the car -take Tsan Ti and Sam Wing up the mountain to the Kaaterskill. - -"They're a pair of pretty good chinks, after all," said McGlory, "and -I'm glad to think I had a little something to do with keeping the -yellow cord from getting in its work on Tsan Ti." - -On the following day, Tsan Ti sent Sam Wing to Catskill with a heavy -canvas bag. - -"Me blingee flom Tsan Ti," explained Sam Wing. "Him takee choo-choo -tlain fol San Flisco, bymby ketchee boat fol China. Heap happy." - -"He has a right to be happy," said McGlory. - -"How much did he have to put up for that wrecked motor car, Sam?" asked -Matt. - -"Twenty-fi' hunnerd dol'." - -"He went and stung him!" whooped McGlory. "The old robber." - -"No makee hurt. Twenty-fi' hunnerd dol' all same Tsan Ti likee -twenty-fi' cent to me. Him plenty lichee man." - -When Sam Wing went away, Matt and McGlory dumped the contents of the -canvas sack out on the table. The money was all in gold, and totaled -two thousand dollars, even. - -"He figured out expenses at a thousand dollars," remarked the cowboy. -"They're 'way inside that figure." - -"He's the sort of fellow, Joe," said Matt, "who'd rather pay a man ten -dollars when he only owed him five, than five when he owed ten." - -"Sure! He's the clear quill, but he sure had me guessing, the way he -jumped around. I'll bet he connected with more good, hard jolts on this -trip to America than he ever encountered in his life before." - -"We came pretty near it, ourselves," laughed Matt. "I can't remember -that I ever had a more violent time." - -"It was some strenuous, and that's a fact. If you live a hundred years, -pard, and drive automobiles all the while, you'll never scrape closer -to kingdom come, and miss it, than you did when we came down the -mountainside with the mandarin at the steering wheel." - -"I wouldn't go through that experience again for ten times the amount -of money there was in that bag." - -"I wouldn't, either--not for the Eye of Buddha. There's no easy money -in turning a trick for Tsan Ti. I reckon we earned all we got." - - -THE END. - - - - -THE NEXT NUMBER (31) WILL CONTAIN - -Motor Matt's Mariner; - -OR, - -FILLING THE BILL FOR BUNCE. - - - "Buddha's Eye"--The Green Patch--Motor Matt, Trustee--Bunce has - a Plan--Bunce Speaks a Good Word for Himself--The Home-made - Speeder--Trapped--The Cut-out Under the Ledge--Between the Eyes--The - Man from the "Iris"--Aboard the Steam Yacht--Grattan's Triumph--From - the Open Port--Landed, and Strung--A Crafty Oriental--The Mandarin - Wins. - - - - -MOTOR STORIES - -THRILLING ADVENTURE MOTOR FICTION - -NEW YORK, September 18, 1909. - - -TERMS TO MOTOR STORIES MAIL SUBSCRIBERS. - -(_Postage Free._) - -Single Copies or Back Numbers, 5c. Each. - - 3 months 65c. - 4 months 85c. - 6 months $1.25 - One year 2.50 - 2 copies one year 4.00 - 1 copy two years 4.00 - -=How to Send Money=--By post-office or express money-order, registered -letter, bank check or draft, at our risk. At your own risk if sent by -currency, coin, or postage-stamps in ordinary letter. - -=Receipts=--Receipt of your remittance is acknowledged by proper change -of number on your label. If not correct you have not been properly -credited, and should let us know at once. - - ORMOND G. SMITH, } - GEORGE C. SMITH, } _Proprietors_. - - STREET & SMITH, Publishers, - 79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York City. - - - - -A REAL PIRATE. - - -"At the time I commenced following the sea," said old Captain Gifford, -in relating a thrilling experience of his early life, "there were -pirates all about the West Indies, and the dread of them was always -uppermost in a sailor's thoughts. We didn't mind the yellow fever. When -a man died with that, he died--it was a visitation of Providence, and -his fate was to be thought upon calmly and sorrowfully; there was no -horror in the reflection. But to be murdered--murdered upon the high -seas--that was a thing which it made one sick to think of. - -"Resistance on the part of a ship's crew, if unsuccessful, was certain -death--and often, too, in the most cruel form; for the revengeful, -drunken pirates, with their worst passions aroused by the conflict, -would in such a case take delight in torturing their victims. And even -where no opposition had been attempted, the plea that 'dead men tell no -tales' was generally sufficient to insure the massacre of all on board. - -"So you see it was about as long as it was broad. There was very little -encouragement to surrender. It was simply a question as to whether one -would die fighting like a lion or be butchered on the deck like a sheep. - -"Of course there were exceptions; but these were not frequent enough -to inspire much hope in the event of capture. Slaughter was the rule, -and if not committed in every instance, the fortunate ones might thank -their stars. - -"In those days we used to hear dreadful stories of such tragedies. -Sometimes these would come to light through the confessions of -condemned pirates; while in other cases a single survivor of some -hapless crew of a merchantman would relate the tale of the capture and -death of his shipmates--he himself having been spared through some -freak of the miscreants, perhaps to serve on board their vessel. - -"I commenced following the sea at the age of fifteen, making my first -voyage in the brig _Agenora_, Captain Christopher Allen, bound to -Trinidad de Cuba. In all there were nine persons belonging to her, -being the captain, the two mates, and the cook, with five hands before -the mast, counting a son of Captain Allen and myself. But, of course, I -did not amount to much at that time. - -"Young Argo Allen was seventeen, so that he had the advantage of me -by two years, besides having made one voyage to the West Indies. He -was one of the best fellows that ever lived; and having learned on his -first voyage to 'hand, reef, and steer' after a fashion, he was always -ready to assist me to the extent of his knowledge. Indeed, I think one -young sailor generally feels a sort of pride in helping another who -knows less than himself. - -"We had a long passage out, with calms and head winds, and Argo and -I talked much of pirates. He told me how scared he had been upon his -former voyage, when the vessel was overtaken by a low, black schooner, -which, upon coming up with her, sailed past within a cable's length, -with a crew of fifty or sixty horrible-looking wretches staring at the -brig in perfect silence. - -"'After getting a little ahead,' said Argo, 'she tacked and came back. -My hair rose right up then--it fairly lifted my hat! But she simply -repassed us on the other side, and went off about her business.' - -"'How do you account for it all?' I asked. - -"'Oh, that's easy enough,' he replied. 'We were outward bound, with -a cargo of New England produce, and the pirates knew that we were -not likely to have money on board. This was all that saved us; but I -wouldn't be so scared again for the price of the brig!' - -"So Argo Allen had seen a real pirate, and it actually made me look -up to him with a kind of admiring awe, not that I had any desire to -meet with a like experience; but then it must, I thought, have been so -thrilling--such a thing to think of and to tell of! - -"On arriving at Trinidad, we disposed of our cargo at a very high -price; while, on the other hand, our return invoice of molasses was -purchased at an unusually low figure; so that, after loading for home, -Captain Allen found that he had, above all expenses, a good three -thousand dollars in doubloons. - -"Meanwhile Argo and I were greatly pleased at meeting with two of our -townspeople, a Mr. and Mrs. Howard; and it delighted us still more to -learn that they were to take passage with us for the North. They had -been sojourning in Cuba for a number of months, but were now anxious to -go home, as the yellow fever season had arrived and there were already -many cases of it in the city. - -"Although Captain Allen was in high spirits at having made such a -profitable voyage, he felt some uneasiness at the idea of sailing with -so much money on board. The pirates, he said, had their spies in all -the Cuban ports, and these secret agents, by watching the run of trade, -could easily determine what vessels were likely to offer the most -tempting booty. - -"At length, all being ready, and Mr. and Mrs. Howard coming off to us, -we hove up our anchor and made sail. The greatest danger, Captain Allen -believed, would be close off the port, and so he had given out that -we should probably remain three or four days longer. It may have been -this which saved us from being molested at the start, and I think it -was. - -"But now an unexpected misfortune came upon us. We sailed with the -land breeze very early in the morning, and while we were getting under -way one of our crew was taken down with the yellow fever. We were only -a few miles clear of the land when another was attacked in the same -manner, and before night the cook and second mate also took to their -berths. We kept on, however, and indeed the course of the wind would -have prevented us from returning had we thought of doing so. - -"There remained, capable of doing duty, only the captain and chief -mate, one old seaman, Argo, and myself; but Captain Allen said that -should no more of us be disabled, the vessel could still be managed. As -a last resort, he added, he might put into Havana or Key West. - -"On the second day we passed that famous resort of the West Indian -pirates, the Isle of Pines. The _Agenora_ gave it a wide berth, I -assure you; but our hearts were in our throats for the whole fifty -miles of its coast line. It seemed as if the breeze were all the time -threatening to die out and leave us becalmed there. However, we ran the -gantlet in safety, and continued our course toward Cape St. Antonio, -the most western point of Cuba. - -"During the following night, the chief mate and the remaining seaman -were both stricken with the fever, leaving only the captain and us two -boys, together with our passenger, Mr. Howard, to handle the brig, with -six dreadfully sick people on board. - -"This was a sad state of things; but the breeze was bright and fair, -and we hoped to double Cape St. Antonio the next day, thus getting to -the northward of Cuba, after which it would be easy to reach Havana. - -"On that day, however, it fell entirely calm, with a dense fog covering -the sea, so that the vessel lay idle, heading by turns all around the -compass. - -"We had by this time nearly come up with the cape, and it was a bad -place to meet with a calm, for this headland was a notorious piratical -rendezvous, almost as much so as the Isle of Pines. However, if we must -lie helpless, the fog would be in our favor, the captain said. - -"In the meantime Mrs. Howard showed herself an extraordinary woman. She -was only twenty-four years old--a mere girl, as it were, and a very -beautiful one--but she seemed as if she knew just what to do and how to -do it. She cooked for us who were well, and, in spite of her husband's -remonstrances, braved all the danger of attending upon the sick, like a -veritable Florence Nightingale. - -"After lasting for about twenty-four hours the fog disappeared and a -light breeze sprang up. A current had taken us along for some miles, -and we were directly off Cape St. Antonio. - -"At first no water craft of any description was to be seen, but -presently we were startled at perceiving a small sloop-rigged vessel -putting out from the land and making directly toward us. That she must -be a pirate was beyond all question, as no other vessel would have been -hiding in such a place. - -"Looking through his glass, the captain saw that, in addition to her -sails, she had out a number of long sweeps, or oars, and this at once -told us that there was no possibility of escaping from her with the -faint breeze which we had. - -"The _Agenora_ carried two six-pounders and a good supply of small -arms, yet, with only four of us to handle them, they offered but a -forlorn hope against thirty or forty men, with probably a heavy pivot -gun and other cannon. Nevertheless, there was but one thing to do, and -that was to fight to the death if necessary. - -"'My poor wife!' we heard Mr. Howard say to the captain; 'she shall -never fall into the hands of those wretches while I have a single -breath remaining.' - -"Captain Allen was pale, but very cool. He and Mr. Howard loaded the -six-pounders, while we boys attended the muskets, putting heavy charges -into all of them. - -"In a short time we were able to count the sweeps which the sloop had -out. They were fourteen in number--seven on a side, with two men at -each. This made twenty-eight men, besides the fellow at the tiller and -six or seven others; so that there were at least thirty-five of them. -The only cannon that we could see was one mounted amidships, and no -doubt on a pivot. - -"As they got nearer we brought the _Agenora_ around so that both the -six-pounders would bear upon them, and then Captain Allen sighted one -of the guns, while Mr. Howard stood by with a glowing portfire, ready -to clap it upon the priming at the word. - -"'Now,' said the captain presently, 'let it go!' - -"Instantly there was a deafening bang! and the recoil of the gun fairly -shook the brig. How we watched for the result! Skip, skip, skip, went -the shot from wave to wave, close to the sloop, yet without touching -her. - -"Almost before we could speak or think, a sheet of smoke burst from the -pirate vessel, and 'pat, pat, pat,' right on board of us, came a charge -of grape shot, and a twelve-pound ball--as we found afterward it must -have been, from the hole it made in our bulwarks. - -"There was no time to lose, and our second cannon was fired as quickly -as possible; but its contents missed the pirate, though they struck -near enough to throw a shower of spray upon her deck. - -"Again the miscreants fired in return, and redoubled their labor at the -sweeps. The breeze was at last wholly gone, so that they had to depend -entirely upon their strength of muscle, but of this they had enough and -to spare. - -"Argo and myself now opened fire with the muskets--'bang, bang, bang!' -but I don't think we hit a single one of the villains. We saw them -loading their big gun for a third shot, and it seemed as if, at such -short range, they must tear us all to pieces. But Captain Allen and -Mr. Howard were also loading--cramming one of the six-pounders to the -muzzle with grape and cannon balls. - -"The pirates were just ready to fire as the captain ranged along his -gun. - -"'Quick, Mr. Howard!' he cried. 'Touch her off!' - -"The report rang through our ears, and we could have shouted as we saw -the effect. The sloop's long gun was tumbled over, and the men who -managed it strewn mangled upon the deck. A number of the heavy sweeps -dropped from the hands that held them, or were sent whirling into the -air. I think this one discharge must have killed more than a dozen men. - -"For a few moments the victory appeared to be won; but just then the -_Agenora_ swung around in such a manner that neither of the cannons -could be made to bear upon the enemy. The pirates saw our dilemma, and -a few powerful strokes of their sweeps brought them right under our bow. - -"We ran forward to prevent them from boarding, but they swarmed over -the bowsprit and head rail, cutlass in hand, till it was plain that two -men and two boys were to be no match for such a number of desperate -villains. In spite of all we could do, they were in a fair way to make -short work with us, when on a sudden the scene was changed. - -"Mrs. Howard had anticipated such an emergency from the very first, and -now, with a ladle in one hand and a kettle of boiling hot tar in the -other, she ran to our relief. - -"The tar in such a state could be dipped up as easily as water, and in -a quarter of a minute all the headmost pirates had got it full in their -faces. Filling their eyes and mouths, or running down their half-naked -breasts, it must have put them in great agony. They went tumbling back -upon those behind them, and as we quickly followed up our advantage, -the deck was almost instantly cleared. - -"In a few minutes the sloop was making all possible speed away from us, -but she had out only six sweeps instead of the fourteen with which she -had commenced the chase. - -"All of us except Mrs. Howard had been more or less wounded, so that we -did not attempt to molest the pirates as they retreated; while on their -part, as the cannon we had knocked over for them was their only one, -they could not fire upon us. I think they must have had nearly twenty -men killed or disabled, to say nothing of those who were scalded by the -hot tar. - -"I shall never forget how carefully Mrs. Howard bound up the ugly -cuts in our arms. She seemed to know everything, just like one's own -mother--and yet she was such a young woman! - -"We got a breeze soon after the fight was over, and were thankful for -it, too, as we did not know how many more pirates there might be in the -neighborhood. It took us around Cape St. Antonio, and two days later we -arrived at Key West, where we were put into quarantine. - -"Of our yellow-fever patients, two died just as we dropped anchor, but -the remaining four soon after began to improve and finally recovered. -We lay in quarantine for a number of weeks, and then, with the vessel -thoroughly fumigated, were permitted to sail for home. - -"Upon our arrival there, the good old _Agenora_ became an object of -much curiosity, while as to Mrs. Howard, she was visited by a host of -friends, anxious to hear the story of our peril from her own lips. - -"I am sometimes asked if in all my seafaring life it was ever my -fortune to meet with a real pirate--one whom I knew to be such. To that -question I think myself justified in saying 'yes'--and further, that it -was an experience which I never desired to repeat." - - - - -SOME QUEER PHILIPPINE CUSTOMS. - - -The occurrence of a death in a Filipino family in Bulacan is the signal -for an immediate celebration. "Our brother has gone to a happy land, -and we must rejoice," they say. Relatives and friends are invited to -come, and an orchestra is summoned. Then the dancing and feasting -begin, and continue until the time of the funeral, which in this -climate takes place within twenty-four hours. - -Those who have the means buy a black cloth-covered casket ornamented -with spangles and bows of bright blue ribbon. The poor rent the "town -coffin," a plain tin box, evidently designed for those of medium -stature, for a year or two ago, in a funeral procession, the feet of -the deceased, incased in bright blue plush chinelas, were seen sticking -out at one end. - -The orchestra heads the procession through the streets, usually playing -some lively air learned from the American soldiers. The popular funeral -music is "A Hot Time," and it keeps the procession moving at a brisk -pace. - -Thursday is the favorite day for weddings in Bulacan, as it is "bargain -day" in the matrimonial market. On Thursdays the priest marries many -couples at a time, and consequently at less expense to each couple. -Four o'clock in the morning is the favorite hour. Following the -ceremony the newly married pair return to the bride's home, where -dancing and feasting ensue till sundown. - -A bride to whose wedding feast some Americans were invited had a -romantic prelude to her nuptials. The parents of the bride were -strenuously opposed to the match, owing to a strong disinclination on -the part of the groom to do any sort of labor. So Anastasia was sent -up into the mountains to visit among relatives, and traces of her -whereabouts were carefully concealed from Felicidad, the groom elect. - -But Felicidad, although too indolent to support his prospective bride, -did not purpose that another should win her, so he summoned several -faithful friends to his aid and began an active search. His devotion -was rewarded with success, and three weeks later Felicidad returned in -triumph, with radiant Anastasia borne aloft on the shoulders of two of -his trusty friends. - -The following Thursday, in company with fifteen other happy couples, -they were married. - - - - -HIGH LEAPS BY DEER. - - -Mr. Gordon Boles, a sportsman who has hunted all over the world, -has recorded some remarkable leaps taken by deer when pursued. His -observations have been chiefly in his native district, Exmoor, the land -of "Lorna Doone," in India, and in Northwestern Canada. Uncontrollable -fear and partial blindness caused by long pursuit, he gives as reasons -for deer taking leaps which usually end in death. Once, while hunting -with the Devon and Somerset stag hounds, he saw a hind leap 300 -feet from a cliff to the seashore. She was dashed to pieces. In the -excitement of the chase one of the hounds followed her. - -On another occasion a stag made a bold burst for the open, going -straight for the sea. He came to the edge of a cliff, some hundreds of -feet above the beach, and then dashed restlessly backward and forward, -as if seeking a path to descend. - -He either missed his footing or jumped, and when the hunters came up -he was seen below, a shattered mass, with the horns broken into small -pieces. Mr. Boles is inclined to think that the stag committed suicide -deliberately. - -Another deer, which made the leap at about the same place, landed -safely and swam out to sea. Men pursued him in a boat and killed him. - -In India Mr. Boles wounded a sambur, which resembles somewhat the -common deer. The sambur showed fight on a narrow path overhanging a -precipice. Mr. Boles fired again, but in his excitement aimed too low, -the ball passing beneath the deer and striking the ground just back of -his hind legs. The deer turned and deliberately leaped over the height. - -A fine buck he wounded in Northwestern Canada, when pursued by the dog, -jumped from a height of 100 feet into a shallow stream and broke his -neck. - - - - -LATEST ISSUES - - -BUFFALO BILL STORIES - -The most original stories of Western adventure. The only weekly -containing the adventures of the famous Buffalo Bill. =High art colored -covers. Thirty-two big pages. 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