LANDED--AND STUNG.
Pardo left the saloon to give the necessary orders to the man outside.
There was a splash in the water as the tender was put over, and the
_Iris_ slowed until she had no more than steerage way.
"Get into your clothes, McGlory," said Grattan to the cowboy. "I'm
about ready to send you ashore."
"The quicker the better!" exclaimed McGlory wrathfully. "We don't want
to lose a minute getting to some place where we can send the officers
after you."
Grattan laughed.
"You will have your trouble for your pains," said he. "After you are
landed, the _Iris_ and those aboard her will vanish as completely as
though they had gone to the bottom. I have planned for this. Do what
you please, and as soon as you please. Philo Grattan and his friends
will never be captured."
"Ten thousand demons of misfortune pester a man who has anything to do
with the Eye of Buddha," snarled McGlory, stamping into his shoes. "My
pard and I know that. Sufferin' hoodoos! Haven't we been tangled up
with all sorts of backsets since we met Tsan Ti? If it ain't one thing,
it's two. You never know what minute's going to be the next."
"I'll risk the ten thousand demons," smiled Grattan.
"Something'll hit you," declared McGlory. "You take that from me, and
spread your blankets on it."
"You forget that I have carried the ruby for a good many thousands of
miles."
"I'm gloomed up more to think we ever saw that Eye of Buddha," scowled
McGlory, getting up from the seat and jamming on his hat, "than to know
that we lost it."
"Are you ready?" asked Grattan.
"I've been ready to leave this boat ever since we came aboard! You're a
fine bunch of outlaws, the lot of you, and you'll all get hung, one of
these days. I'd like to be around when it happens."
Matt left his wrathful chum to do the talking. So far as he was
concerned, he had nothing to say.
"We're going to put you ashore near a place where you can catch a
train north, to Catskill," said Grattan, after a brief, whispered
conversation with Pardo. "There doesn't happen to be any telegraph
station at the place, but the train will stop on signal."
"There are other telegraph stations," fumed McGlory. "I reckon we can
find 'em."
"I hope, Motor Matt," went on Grattan, "that you don't cherish any hard
feelings?"
"No matter how I feel, Grattan," returned Matt, "I think you've made a
big mistake."
"How?"
"Why, in your choice of a career. Half the energy you put into your
criminal work would make you a power in the world."
"I used to talk like that," said Grattan, with a tinge of bitterness,
"when I was young. Good-by."
Matt did not answer, but went out of the saloon and through the
stateroom to the steps leading to the after deck. McGlory came close
behind him. When they gained the deck, Pierson was in the tender, and
another man stood ready to help them over the side.
Silently Pierson rowed them ashore through the moonlight. When the boys
had debarked, Pierson rowed swiftly back to the _Iris_, and the lads on
shore could hear the noise as the tender was taken aboard.
"Landed," muttered Matt.
"And stung," finished McGlory. "Wasn't it neat? Say, I take off my hat
to Grattan. He's the king bee of all the tinhorns. Let's watch and see
which way the _Iris_ goes."
The boys watched, but under their staring eyes the lights vanished one
by one from forward and aft, and from starboard and port. The cabin
windows winked out in darkness, and the gloom of the river swallowed up
the motor yacht. Her disappearance was helped by a cloud which floated
across the face of the moon and threw the river into deepest shadow.
"Speak to me about that, pard!" exclaimed McGlory. "I wonder if it
would do any good to send out telegrams?"
"I don't think it would, Joe," Matt answered, "but if there was a
telegraph office handy, we'd try it."
"Let's find the place where the trains stop. If a train comes along
pretty soon, we can get to a telegraph office."
When the cloud had swept on, and the moon shone out again, a survey of
the place showed the boys a dark building at the top of the bank. They
climbed up to the structure and found that it was an open shed, with
benches. There was no light, and the cowboy struck a match and hunted
for a time card. He could find none.
"Oh, hang such a place!" grumbled McGlory. "If we knew how far it was
to the next station, pard, we could set out and hoof it."
"Haven't you done enough walking for one day, Joe?" asked Matt. "I
believe I have. I'm going to sit down here and wait for a train to come
along."
Suiting his action to the word, Matt dropped down on one of the
benches. His chum took a place beside him.
"You're as full of surprises, pard," remarked McGlory, "as a cocoanut
is of milk. There's no guessing what you're going to do next. You
didn't tell me anything about taking the Eye of Buddha from that empty
box when you left it with the clerk, and you never let out a yip about
removing the ruby from the handkerchief and putting it in your cap.
Regular greaser trick--carrying things in your hat."
"I thought I had to do something, Joe. When I was at work in the engine
room, I had planned to take off the cap and put it in my pocket."
"What did you have in that handkerchief?"
"My pocketknife."
"Great guns! Was the knife in the handkerchief when we left Catskill?"
"No. The knife and the handkerchief were both in the same pocket. I
managed to tie the knife up in the handkerchief, after a fashion, while
we were facing Grattan, and he was talking."
"Well, glory to glory and all sashay! And Grattan never saw you!"
"I'm inclined to think he did, from the way the thing turned out."
"You didn't think you could fool Grattan so he wouldn't search you, did
you?"
"It was a desperate chance to keep him from looking into my cap. But I
might have known I couldn't fool him."
Just at that moment a lantern could be seen coming from down the track.
A man reached the shed and began lighting a lamp at each end of it.
"Hello, neighbor!" called McGlory. "Do you belong around here?"
The man turned and looked toward the boys. Evidently he had not seen
them before, and the call startled him.
"I live down the track a ways," he answered.
"Do you take care of this palatial depot?"
"I put out the lights," was the reply.
"A little late getting them out to-night, aren't you?"
"Well, no. There's no use putting them out before, 'cause the first
train to stop hasn't come along yet."
"How far is it to Catskill?"
"Twenty mile."
"Where's the nearest telegraph office?"
"Three miles below. You fellers waitin' to ketch a train for Catskill?"
"Yes. When will it be along?"
"It's due now."
"Does it stop here?"
"Yes, if it's signaled."
"How'll we flag it?"
"I'll do that for ye with the lantern. That's what I come up here
for--to put out the lights an' do the flaggin'."
"Here's a piece of luck, anyhow, Matt," said McGlory. "We can go on to
Catskill and do our telegraphing from there."
"We might just as well," said Matt.
Matt's failure to keep the ruby was preying on his spirits. He couldn't
help what had happened, but the sting of failure, when he always prided
himself on "making good," was hard to bear.
"Buck up, pardy!" cried McGlory. "Old Tsan Ti can't find any fault with
you."
"I know that. I'm thinking, though, we weren't cautious enough in going
aboard that boat."
"Cautious? Tell me about that! Who wouldn't have been fooled, when the
game was worked like Grattan worked it? I don't know how any one could
have helped what happened."
"Anyhow," said Matt, "we fell down. It might have been just as well if
I had disobeyed Tsan Ti's instructions and placed the ruby in some bank
vault."
"But the mandarin said no. You carried out orders to the letter, and
that's what lost us the ruby."
"We were to stay in the Catskills, and we didn't. Because we broke over
our instructions, we fell into the hands of Grattan."
"He'd have got at you somehow even if we'd stayed in Catskill. I never
saw such a man to keep after a thing he's set his mind on. Now, if
we----"
"Train's comin'," called the man, stepping upon the track and waving
the lantern.
The rumble of the passenger could be heard, growing rapidly in volume.
"Well," remarked McGlory, as he and Matt got up, "we've shuffled off
the hoodoo and nothing more will go crossways with us. That's worth a
whole lot. And if Tsan Ti is fool enough to choke himself with that
yellow cord, well, let him do it. Grattan was more than half right in
what he said about that."
The train, with its row of dimly lighted windows, came to a halt. Matt
and McGlory climbed aboard, and the train started on again.
The boys walked from one car into another trying to find a vacant seat
which they could share together. At last Matt, who was in the lead,
came to a halt in the aisle at the rear of the second coach.
"Move on, pard," said McGlory. "We'll try the next car. It can't be
that all the coaches are as full as this one."
But Matt did not move on. He turned, amazement shining in his gray
eyes, and pointed to a seat ahead of him, and on the right.
Two drowsy Chinamen occupied the seat. One of them was fleshy, and took
up two-thirds of the space. This man wore a black silk cap with a red
button. His chin was sunk on his breast and he was snoring loudly.
"Tsan Ti!" murmured McGlory, wondering if his eyes were playing him a
trick.
"And Sam Wing," added Matt. "The mandarin is going to Catskill to get
the ruby. Here's where I have to tell him the truth."
With that, Motor Matt leaned over and touched Tsan Ti on the shoulder.