THE HYPNOTIST'S VICTIM.
"You and I will go and look for the Hindoos, Joe," said Matt, getting
out of the car. "Carl will stay here and take care of the automobile."
"Vat oof der Hindoos ged avay from you und come ad me?" queried Carl,
in a panic. "I bed you dey vas sore ofer vat I dit."
"If they should happen to attack you," answered Matt, "run away from
them. You used to know something about driving a car, Carl."
"All righdt," said Carl, with deep satisfaction. "I'll run avay from
some drouples oof any come in my tirection. Look oudt for Ben Ali. He
has a knife."
Matt and McGlory, after securing a few further directions from Carl,
started into the woods on their way to the creek. They moved warily in
single file, Matt taking the lead.
As they made their way onward, they saw evidences of Carl's wild dash
for the road in the runabout, broken bushes and trees blazed at about
the height of a buggy axle.
"It's a wonder that runabout wasn't strung all the way from the creek
to the road," murmured McGlory. "The Dutchman's luck has landed on him
all in a bunch."
"Carl has a knack for blundering in the right direction," said Matt.
"But he has as much grit as you'll find in any lad of his size. Think
how he fooled that Ben Ali! Made the Hindoo believe he was hypnotized."
"And Carl had only the faintest notion what he was doing it for!"
chuckled McGlory. "Say, pard, I'd like to have seen those Hindoos when
Carl woke up and used the whip on that horse of Burton's."
"Hist!" warned Matt, "we're close to the creek."
There were evidences in plenty that the bank of the creek had been
recently occupied--broken bushes and an imprint of human feet in the
damp soil. As Matt and McGlory had supposed, however, there was no sign
of Haidee or the Hindoos in the vicinity.
"Here's where we're up a stump, pard," said McGlory. "I wonder if I
could pick up the trail and find which way the outfit went?"
"Try it," said Matt.
McGlory skirmished around for ten minutes.
"I reckon I've got it," he announced, at the end of that time. "Unless
I'm far wide of my trail, Matt, they went down the creek."
"Then that's the direction for us. Step off, Joe, and be lively."
Although the boys believed the Hindoos and Haidee must be far in
advance of them, yet they moved forward cautiously, being exceedingly
careful not to rustle the bushes as they passed or to step on any twigs
that would crackle under their feet.
As a matter of fact, they had not been five minutes on their way down
the creek before the cowboy whirled abruptly with a finger on his lips;
then, motioning to Matt, he dropped to his knees.
Matt followed suit and crept alongside McGlory.
"We're in luck, too," whispered the cowboy. "They're right ahead of us,
all three of them. Listen, and you can hear them talking."
Matt raised his head and listened intently. A faint sound of voices was
borne to his ears.
"Let's creep up on them, Joe," he suggested. "They're two against us,
you know, and they'll make a pretty big handful, if they're armed."
"We know Ben Ali has a knife, but that is probably all the weapons
they've got. If they had guns, then Carl would never have made his
getaway."
Redoubling their caution, the boys crawled forward, screening their
advance by keeping bunches of undergrowth in front of them as much as
they could.
The voices grew steadily louder, until it became manifest that the
brown men were jabbering in Hindustani.
Finally the boys arrived as close as they deemed it best to go, for
they had Ben Ali, Aurung Zeeb, and Haidee in plain view.
The three were in a little oak opening on the creek bank. Haidee was
sitting on a log, and the other two were standing and talking rapidly.
A moment after the boys were able to see them and note what was going
on, the Hindoos stopping their talking. Aurung Zeeb drew off to one
side, and Ben Ali stepped in front of the girl.
"Haidee, _meetoowah_!" he called.
The girl lifted her head.
"You must go into de trance, _meetoowah_," said Ben Ali.
With a heart-breaking cry the girl flung herself on her knees in front
of him.
"No, no, Uncle Ben!" she wailed, "don't make me do things I can't
remember--things I don't want to do! What happened during the parade
this morning? And what happened while I was in the air with Motor Matt?
You will not tell me and I do not know! Oh, Uncle Ben----"
"Haidee!"
The voice was clear and keen cut. There was something in the tones of
it that lifted the girl erect and uncomplaining, and held her as by a
magnet with her eyes on the snaky, dancing orbs of Ben Ali.
The power of the Hindoo over the girl must have been tremendous.
The boys, shivering with horror, watched the Hindoo as he waved his
arms gracefully and made his sinuous passes. He was no more than a
minute or two in effecting his work.
By swift degrees Haidee's face lost its expression and became as though
graven from stone; her eyes grew dull and her whole manner listless.
"Haidee, you sleep," came monotonously from Ben Ali, as his hands
dropped. "You hear me, _meetoowah_? You understand?"
"Yes," answered the girl, in the clacking, parrot-like voice with which
the boys were somewhat familiar.
"You are never to remember, _meetoowah_, what you do in de parade, or
what you do on de flying machine," continued Ben Ali. "When you wake,
you forget all that, and how I tell you to pull the lever when de
parade reach de min'ral well, or pin de fireball as it smoulder to de
wing of de machine. You forget all that, huh?"
"Yes."
"You are bright, lively girl, _meetoowah_" went on the Hindoo. "You are
gay, happy, but you are under de power, yes, all de time. You go back
to de show, and you tell them that Ben Ali and Aurung Zeeb ver' bad
mans and run away with Haidee, that you make de escape. Then you get
from Boss Burton the money he owe and come to Linton Hotel in Lafayette
sometime this night. You understand, _meetoowah_?"
"Yes."
"And you not let anybody know you come to Linton Hotel, _meetoowah_."
"No."
"And at all time when you wake you forget you was Margaret Manners, and
you remember all time when you wake that you only Haidee."
"Yes."
"Also, you try get back de box that b'long to you, de little lacquered
box. Remember that, Haidee. Get de box if you can and bring it with de
money to Uncle Ben Ali at de Linton Hotel in Lafayette."
"Yes."
"And you all time forget when you wake dat you Margaret Manners,
and----"
Something happened to the hypnotist, right then and there.
Unable to endure longer the scene transpiring under their eyes, the
boys had crept forward until they were close to Ben Ali and Aurung Zeeb.
Matt, behind Ben Ali, arose suddenly and caught the Hindoo by the
shoulders, flinging him down on his back and holding him there with
both hands about his throat.
McGlory, it had been planned, should make a simultaneous attack, in the
same manner, upon Aurung Zeeb; but that individual was keener-eyed than
his companion. He saw McGlory just as the cowboy was about to spring.
With a loud cry of warning, Aurung Zeeb broke away in a panic and fled
into the timber.
McGlory did not follow him. Ben Ali, choking and wriggling under the
tense fingers of the king of the motor boys, had made a desperate
effort and drawn his knife. The cowboy had glimpsed the blade,
shimmering in a gleam of sun, and had leaped forward and caught the
Hindoo's hand.
"We've got the scoundrel!" exulted McGlory. "I reckon this is the last
stunt of this sort he'll ever lay hand to."
Ben Ali tried to speak. Matt saw the attempt and removed his rigid
fingers from the prisoner's throat, slipping his hands down and
gripping one of the man's arms.
"Hold his other arm, Joe," panted Matt. "I want to talk with him. I've
got to talk with him. A great wrong has been done Haidee, and if it is
righted Ben Ali is the only one to do it."
McGlory was puzzled, but yielded immediate obedience.
"Look at the girl," he whispered, as he laid both hands on the
prisoner's other arm.
There was a look of sharp pain in Haidee's face. Her hands were
clutching her throat, and she was swaying where she stood.
"Haidee feel what you do to me," gurgled Ben Ali. "You hurt me, you
hurt her. You do not understand de power."
"He's talkin' with two tongues!" declared McGlory.
"No," said Matt, "he tells the truth. As I told you, Joe, we've
got to make use of the scoundrel for Haidee's benefit. Don't mind
Haidee--she'll be all right by the time we are through with Ben Ali."